Absence makes the heart grow fonder at eight

I'm back from my hiatus
Still alive, as you see
With this new change of status
Maybe come and dance with me

Hooray, Odysseus, at eight

This weekend, it will be full
A silver pool in sea of black
And now, after fifty years
We did it folks. We're finally back

May as well, at eight

This week at work has been a thing
Loads of BS and bunk
The whole thing has left me
In a bit of a funk

Swinging through the zodiac at eight

 A new year this weekend
A dragon made of wood
And song about animals
(but you knew there would)

Eat a ehōmaki (east-northeast) at eight

A holly branch with head of sardine
Adults in masks while kids throw beans
Devils out! Fortune in!
Come and celebrate Setsubun

Let your taps drip at eight

I was out last week because
Last was the week that was
What brought the city to its knees
(As happens every time we freeze)

Getting into the swing of things at eight

Tomorrow's the last night of Christmas
(There are twelve of them, you see)
When the Magi arrived, bearing gifts
Twelfth Night, or Epiphany

But that word can have two meanings
It's also an insight received
A breakthrough or a discovery
The gift for those who believed