Solar Eclipse

Time, suspended. In gathering stillness

we breathe, and the pregnant air

hushes our expectations.

Night is come, mid-morning,

lulling the birds to sleep

and we wait

we wait

Time suspended

then huffed away on an ancient breeze

old as the universe

cool as the ocean’s deep.

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