in the fullness
of the dark,
we forget to
remember that
we’ve been only
able to see about
ten seconds worth
of anything at all.
because of nature’s
need to quench thirsty
soil she spoils our
sight of the sun’s
blackening behind the
shadow of our cratered
cousin,
with cumulonimbus.
however,
the humanity
with which I’ve gathered
for a while has been rife with
disappointment,
until just
now.
in this circle of sunset,
we are overwhelmed with
the totality,
our disappointments fade,
eclipsed by wonder
and the sudden
coolness in the air,
which is audible
in its silence.
the clouds that purloined
our sleek vantage point
are purpled
strokes of a celestial brush
that none of us could
have hoped
to lift.
now,
as the sun reemerges,
rises again,
this time in the west,
the city lights wink out
as midday returns.
we return from our own
Olympus as well,
all the better for it.
un-disappointed,
alive in a way
that
never
existed
before.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&ZPublications
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
in the fullness
of the dark,
we forget to
remember that
we’ve been only
able to see about
ten seconds worth
of anything at all.
because of nature’s
need to quench thirsty
soil she spoils our
sight of the sun’s
blackening behind the
shadow of our cratered
cousin,
with cumulonimbus.
however,
the humanity
with which I’ve gathered
for a while has been rife with
disappointment,
until just
now.
in this circle of sunset,
we are overwhelmed with
the totality,
our disappointments fade,
eclipsed by wonder
and the sudden
coolness in the air,
which is audible
in its silence.
the clouds that purloined
our sleek vantage point
are purpled
strokes of a celestial brush
that none of us could
have hoped
to lift.
now,
as the sun reemerges,
rises again,
this time in the west,
the city lights wink out
as midday returns.
we return from our own
Olympus as well,
all the better for it.
un-disappointed,
alive in a way
that
never
existed
before.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&ZPublications
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