That perfect spot I imagined
To view the eclipse
Through special glasses I did not have
Or a pinprick hole on paper I did not bring
For on the way to where I planned to go
On that windy, shadowed road
I was transfixed by a way
Turned bright with crescent moons
Or a great flight of migratory birds
Stopped, stared, took photos,
Tried to hold light,
Further on, chickens,
And a men jogging down the road,
Helped him find his reading glasses
Lost in the grass
While chasing the fowl off the road
Where are we going?
And why am I always so certain I’ll make it?
How often miss I the destination where I’ve been all the time
How do you read the signs of the times?
Have you as I been too cautious in love?
Not risked disruption enough,
Made complacency your home?
Look! The chickens have flown the coop
The crowds emptied the offices of
Monday morning productivity
Am I making too much of it or not enough?
A partiality I am reticent to embrace
A happiness I am reluctant to find
A turn in the road eclipsing
All that I thought I was about
Look! A crescent moon lights the face shadowed in tears
The whole world converted to
This spectacle of light!
Peter Ilgenfritz/Monday, August 21, 2017