Comet Hale-BoppYou found my rocky body
somewhere in the Tundra,
under a mountain of snow
sheets and pillowcases.

You radiometric dated my fingers,
toes, and iron hair, to find
I’m older than the solar system,
but younger than the Milky Way.

Created from rich hydrogen,
p-p chain reaction of stars
spit me out, I am radiating
a million year half-lives.

You determine I came
from the Oort Cloud, icy
region sometimes perturbed
by a nearby star, hurled

toward your sun,
hyperbolic path, collided
with Earth.  Found frozen,
yet still whole for research.

First published in American Poets & Poetry
Copyright © Claudine R. Moreau

Image Credit: Alex Krainov, some rights reserved

Claudine R. Moreau is a professor at Elon University where she teaches astronomy and physics. When she is not in professor mode or writing poetry, she enjoys running and backyard stargazing with her 8" SCT. She gets totally geeked-out showing folks celestial objects through a telescope for the first time; she loves hearing the gasps when they make out the tiny rings of Saturn, see the same four moons of Jupiter that Galileo witnessed in 1610, or just catch the wispy blue green nebulosity of the Orion Nebula out of the corner of their eye. She’s had poetry appear in The GW Review, The Bitter Oleander, and Arsenic Lobster.