—I’VE BEEN WALKING INTO WALLS ALL WEEK

  

Comet

I looked

for the comet

but only

saw clouds,

a gray cushion

pressing down

like an x-ray

vest on my chest,

mist thick as soup,

the world awash,

but you were

there as well,

the one solid light

in a seam of ash,

and so I took down

my defenses and

succumbed to the day

trusting your net

would catch me if

I ever was to fall.