December 16, 2017
We entered an eclipse but
instead of creeping nightfall
the afternoon shimmered with
embers of burning silver light.
Thousands – dare I say millions –
pledged a view of the spectacle. Yet
on my patch of grassy earth,
all is calm, quiet, and bright.
Neither bird nor bee, dog nor tree stir.
And I stand – stunningly alone. For
this midday Rapture isn’t darkness,
but a soul resounding Thud…
Was it a chord struck in the cosmos,
Reaching forever outward,
into the noonday of Time?
This poem is an attempt to share what transpired during the solar eclipse of Aug 21, 2017. I was in a geographic area that only had a partial – 80% – eclipse, but what transpired – for me – was/is inexpressible.
Written by Hannah De Lisser