Stuck in the skyless city with the comet inbound,
my only chance slipping between the planets
and behind the sun. I made the point to say goodbye.
Needing a horizon, I drove in the dark
out of the little valley of my house
onto the hump of a small Catskill,
took the telescope up the hill and set it on
the tripod, carefully found
my angle and aimed and --
scattered gas and dust by the next visit --
spotted a little smear in the sky. I'm pretty
sure I saw it.
© by David M. Harris.
Used with the author’s permission.