Comet

We walked outside the house to the back and stood in the yard and looked at the
comet, Hale Bop in the clear evening sky. Just a faint sperm head of light set against
the lustrous immensity of the stars, shedding particles of dust as old as the firmament
itself. I pointed it out to you but you weren't impressed. Had other things on your
mind, I suppose. Like giving birth and all the changes you were going through for the
sake of our first child. I felt useless and couldn’t connect with you. All I could offer
was support. But out there in the melting distance locked into its ageless arc, that
comet felt closer to me than you did. I raised my finger and traced its milky course, a
burning penny caught in a groove; and down here on Earth, it seemed our movements
had become so like that comet’s. Our paths had suddenly been propelled into a new
direction, one that would be fixed forever and sanctioned by the same eternal force
that must have first induced that ancient piece of rock. A smooth and weightless orbit
around our unborn child.


Mike Davies
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