Dust.
A soft landing…
Who would have thunk
this white sand
might be a catchment
for a dream beyond
the boundaries.
Why do we live happily
within silly confines?
I do not know.
But look, look!
It is so!
…
Postscript: I recognize every Shakespearean scholar will piss on this post, my daring to say look, look, so offensive to their domain. But really: Look. Look!
Mom kinda overdid it.
As the eclipse approached
she made it all too clear:
if I dared go outside and look up,
blindness would follow.
I spent that darkening,
cowering under
the dining room table,
a terrified four year old,
waiting for the nemesis to pass.
Oddly, my elderly mother
is now nearly blind –
And I remain curious as to the secrets
hidden just off center, if
we dare glance at the Sun.
You?