When Clouds Eclipse the Eclipse I Give in to My Frustration and Write a Bad Poem About the Eclipsed Eclipse in Iambic Pentameter (I Hope) and in Quatrains That Have no Rhyme—or Reason—but That’s to be Expected from a Poseur Poet Who Might be Better at This if She Were to Practice More Rather Than Dabble
I have waited all day for the full moon
To rise, to see the promised penumbra.
I have checked my Star Walk app, eager for
The bright orb to rise above the Blue Ridge.
I have watched, too, the thickening clouds pile.
Sky Walk says the eclipse has started but
My eyes have no proof, empirical or
Otherwise. Once I see it, will it be
In shadow? No devouring beast taking
Bites. Will it be blood red like the others
I’ve seen? Once I watched through a telescope.
That moon wasn’t a full snow moon, instead
A gibbous one, an easy mistake. Blood
Red and I understood why ancestors
Cowered in fear. Blood on the moon. Surely
A moonwalker cut himself there but no,
That came back to earth trapped in a space suit.
I have waited patiently to see this
Astronomical marvel, and thinning
Clouds promise what to my wondering eyes
Should appear but a four point five billion
Year old extraterrestrial. The same
One gazed on by Lucy and some long dead
Neanderthal whose DNA rides in
My viscera. Maybe that’s why I can’t
Look away from that shared experience
Across millennia. I’m still waiting.
I have waited all day for the full moon.
clouds like the red sea
penumbral eclipse sighted