As planets and moons eclipse
And the air is permeated
With expectation of supernatural
As if rebirth of the source of life
As if a mother suddenly left the room
And you are not yet walking to
Run after gripping her skirt
Left alone to contemplate your
Smallness and all you can do
Is to soak up the light and
Reflect on its impermanence
And the beauty of
Warm sunlight
Blanketed
By the queen of the night
All
There is
To constancy
Is permanent
Inconsistent
Temporary
Running away
From stillness and predictability