Eclipse
Look!
Not at the sun, but all around you:
Nothing is changed, but everything’s more what it is in this witch-light.
Shadows are proud, solid as things they stand for. This is their hour.
Colors are massive. Defiant the green of the grass in the dimming light.
Stars peer up: small flowers, shocking in whiteness.
Everything’s weighty with contrast, like the sun,
Ring of fire embracing the fervent darkness,
Too bright to see: it takes the eyes right out of you.
None of these toys, these trifling dark-lens things, can capture the least of it:
You see nothing there: a ring in a ring, a tiny concentric zero
That is not the wonder you seek. Use your eyes! Awake:
Look around: the eclipse is upon you.