Egg Yolk On A Comet's Tail Poem by Shirley Harrison

It is I, who lays awake night after night

my mind going round


on its very own carousel of madness


that never seems to quiet down


so I look, I look up at the stars


from my bedroom window


gazing up at the stars forever hoping


I see my very own comet?


the beauty I see up there


I hope one day to see within myself


I'm yet to see the comet



It is I, who lays awake night after night


my mind going round


on its very own carousel of madness.