Jared Carter
Comet
(Alexandroid)
And when at last you see one in
the evening sky,
No gyre swerves, no wheels begin
to turn on high –
But far off, there among the stars,
it is a light
Supernal, veiled – as though its spars
and sails took flight
In wind so rarified the world
below seems frail
And insubstantial, and those swirls
a holy grail.
Bio
Jared Carter lives in Indiana. His most recent book of poems, Darkened Rooms of Summer, is available from the University of Nebraska Press.