Bright Sungrazing Comet II

Today dawns dark again,

January drafting under the door

and stippling water

along the windowsill.

Inside it’s warm and light

where I’ve lit candles

that echo what’s to come,

but dark is what I yearned for

last time back south to family

when the sun’s glare lit

a frenzy I could not enter,

when I wanted only dark’s truth

that everything under the sun

comes and goes with no concern

for our confusing dramas,

just as the comet grazing

so close to the surface

of our necessary sun

is, as I sit in blessed dark,

plunging to its timely death.