August 20, 2017
Ode to an Eclipse
Ode to An Eclipse
Hello darkness, my old friend
Have you brought verities to an end?
At mid-morn you blot out the sun.
What other truths have you undone?
If it is black as night during the day
Must I for this item pay?
Might I not with glee set blood to spill?
Maim and torture. Bludgeon, kill?
Why not with fire return the light?
With arson’s hot gift regain my sight?
If sun shines not, what stays my hand?
Up is down, water is sand.
Yet what is this gleam? What do I see?
Does Luna retreat? Does Sol peek free?
Do the Gods of the Copybook Headings
Regain their feet, firmly treading?
The light returns, my compass points now true.
The verities remain, the universe their purview.
Goodbye darkness, my old friend.
(Come, see me soon again.)
Well, that got dark. Wasn’t expecting that. Those of you in the path of totality, be safe. Enjoy.
