Arc

ARC (to David) There is a thing people sometimes see if they look long at the heavens, eventually an arc of light across the sky as a comet burns through the troposphere to die it burns also to memory its light and shape and symmetry and once seen, is rarely forgot Many things it is. I will tell you a thing it is not; it is not sad. Only perhaps, a solemn event as the life of the comet is burned and spent. no one should mourn the death all life must find rather marvel at the trail of beauty it leaves behind at the path of luster and the brilliance of light that graces the heavens with the arc of its flight seeing it, we are not sad that part of the universe flies to rest but that, having stood under its arc, our spirits have been so greatly blest.