Myopic Gravity

The comet's still in the Western Sky
I see it every night
and wonder why

Why does it linger?
Why not burn toward the earth?

It's wide tail, it seems
like mist
As if it's raining where
it sits

Is it undecided
like me?
Undedicated
to a purposeful move?
Passing the time
with nothing to prove?

Movement is slow-seeming
in the night sky
Even this comet
knows how to cry.

"Feel the Earth's pull"
I urge that faint light
"I feel your pain
I know your plight"

I want it to see
what it should --
our awe and our fear
of the evil and the good

Leave us Hale-Bobb
leave us in peace
or destroy us in fire
if you please

Just do something
damn it --
Else I fall to love you

April 1997 © CLPridemore