Constantly orbiting and always silently traversing
the gravity family of our solar system
the centaurs of the sky are on a journey;
seeds of life and change that have existed unchanged and undisturbed
since the beginning of coalescence in this part of the galaxy-
bringers of awe and inspiration;
but also the omen of chaos, the instigators of fury.

These Trojans of the night race through the planet-scape of our solar system-
checked, but largely unabated;
until the touch of the Sun-
Earths life-giving, sustaining, always present parent-
brings back to light the icy wake of this space traveller;
something it has long awaited.

Everyone on Earth is like the sun, the planets,
the asteroids, and the comets, of their own solar system:
constantly orbiting, affecting, radiating,
and turning on the tilt of their own axis’,
largely unaware that they are part of a greater,
more far-reaching, web of possibility
that has no knowledge, but a promise of what it could become.

Just like a comet, in life, people orbit, interact,
but often pass-by each other silently,
without any deviation to their path, or arc;
however, everyday, just like a comet,
they pass too-closely to another with greater gravity,
energy, and luminescence,
and from then-on they are in their orbit,
and are able to shine and share who they are at their core-
a phoenix in the dark.

Promise