The big news today is a solar eclipse,
And where the viewing is optimal.
The sun interrupted like a sentence elipsis,
By a rare occurrence celestial.
It won't happen again in North America,
For another twenty-two years.
Get special lenses to protect your retinas,
To watch it with nothing to fear.
The Moon crossing the face of the Sun,
As Earth's darkness reaches totality.
Like that plague in Egypt, before the first born sons,
Met with their ordained fatality.
Why am I feeling so ambivalent,
About something this richly mythical?
A once-in-a-lifetime without equivalent,
Event that is cosmically cyclical?
This storied sign of impending calamity,
Misfortune and natural disruption.
It's not as though the breadth of humanity,
Is unfamiliar with grief and corruption.
The moon that will cast us all in shadow,
Briefly extinguishing daylight,
Is the moon that reflects the sun's luminous glow,
In the blackness of every night.
You might call the moon two-faced,
Which reminds me of each of us,
How we treat each other and are disgraced,
And will soon return to dust.
Every second is one-of-a-kind,
Not something we will witness again,
To the darkness inside we're habitually blind,
Regardless of heavenly omens.
So I won't watch from the roof of my home,
Or from some other high-up joint,
I'll spend the eclipse writing a poem,
To try to make a lasting point.
1 comment:
The line that hooked me the most was:
"You might call the moon two-faced/Which reminds me of each of us."
I'd challenge you to write a poem -- or even better a song -- just based on that idea!
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