Song of Returning to the Golden Age

by Aidan Andrew Dun


Your eyebrow
traces the flight
of a comet
around the brilliant
sun of your eye.

Once every twenty-six
thousand years
O goddess
the comet comes
soaring out of
the thick black hair
which accumulates
behind your head
in deep space.

Then all people
in astonishment
look up to see
the promise:
your bright omen
coming back.