On the day of the solar eclipse, I posted on X:
I was kidding about working on an eclipse poem, but I was challenged by a friend, who wrote a brilliant eclipse poem (provoked by my post), to write one.
So, for better or worse, I did.
Path of Totality
A cold gust
as birds flew in reverse.
Shadows fell
into momentary dusk.
This is the gift
of any apocalypse—
to return to light,
to the ordinary day.
I hope the eclipse appreciates your poem as much as I did, simple and profound.
Ah the masked beauty of ordinary