Eclipse Story: Michelle Sweeney

By Andee Sherwood posted 10-16-2023 14:11

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Sipping breakfast tea on the waterfront

Acrid scent of a hand rolled cigarette

Wafts over my head

And the hulls of the handful of boats

Barely afloat

The hollow clunk of oars

In their ——-

A beginner boat of 4

Whisper of cars on the highway

Flap of pigeon wings alighting from the riggings

The air is still

While the high clouds are moving in a front

Making the water surface shades of grey into white

A break in the grey

And the white of the sun appears in a slice

A sliver-moon of sun like

The pulse of the baitfish just under the silver water surface beats gently at the intersection of those two worlds

Like my heart against the surface of my chest

Here

With the kittiwake

Fragile

Picking among the rocks of experience at the shoreline

Acknowledging the evidence

That we

All of this as we know it

Is a mist

Passing across a blink of the sun.

#eclipse
#poetry

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