A long slash
across the sky, incom-
plete thought, signatory line
scribed thorugh the ether so
fast it’s gone before the air of
there! is finished, a friction so
sudden it might be fiction. You
have to ask yourself if you really
saw it, that instantaneous burn that
seared itself onto your retina, the start
of it gone even as the end is fast fading.
And all of this from the mote trailing
that cometary chunk of lumpen ice
which passed this way some two
millennia past, its long slow
slog through the heavens.