Solar Eclipse Poem, 6.21.20

The marriage of the sun and moon
is brief, but that glimpse offers a sign
of eternal hope, a manifestation of 
alignment beyond a symbol - 
Sun, Moon, and Earth,
rings of circular motion
and uneven time, equalized.
A boundless harmony without 
a mirrored face, just so.
A warmth around a spinning 
rock of dust; a marvelous transmutation. 

A drawing I made this morning inspired by the Solar Eclipse last night - probably will get this as a tattoo on my arm. I'll have the artist tidy my sketch up a bit. 

- F

Poem No. 14: Ghosts

God your muscles must've ached

from all that walking. Sore feet 

that hurt to stand still on, picking 

them up so blood can flow. 

The good news -

we've met at the perfect

time, though tired, and the

journey behind us needs to

be remade because now

we have finally learned 

how to read. And this

monstrous grandness is

something I'm less

sickened by every day

and more appreciative of,

thanks to you, it is no longer

a stage, no longer performance 

because you saw it right 

the whole time and I was 

always looking back 

trying to see that passage too.

The difference now is this:

my eyes have become soft 

(like in that Yeats poem

When You Are Old) -

and a stroke of my heart is 

presently a flutter as a finger strokes a page - 

I've nothing else to say about this one

so I can allow myself to feel this, this fullness. 

I know what's coming... and I'm already looking away

but I'm ready, as always, to open the next one.