waiting for the eclipse
April 8, 2024
The birds descended as they always had
except the young birds did not want to go
to bed, and said we want to see the sky
turn blue before its time and watch while sun–
spots gather in the eyes of foolish men
We want to shiver in the afternoon
without a reason beyond wanting to,
the thought for half an hour that the world
is different, dimmer at the edges as
it sometimes is, and knowing when to look