Staring At the Sun

To watch the sun and moon liaison With eager, wary eyes I put my special glasses on And turn to face the skies Silenced, stilled and blinded I try, but can’t quite see For it’s then that I’m reminded Of childhood’s shadow on me So very far from there and then Celestial bodies merge once more And take me back to where and when Sol and Luna danced before To scattered golden crescents In the ancient oak tree’s shade Among the jasmine’s essence Where I wish I could have stayed When four o’clock was a flower And ‘52 pickup a truck To relive that once-golden hour Was not in the cards or my luck While yester-me was dazzled By eclipses at her feet Currently I’m frazzled By this heavy August heat I take my special glasses off And drop my gaze instead Eclipses are much better, I scoff On the ground and in my head. *written after a partial solar eclipse that took place on August 21, 2017