The Eclipse
after Walt Whitman
When I wore my solar glasses that cost a simple dollar,
When I watched the perfect ball of fire 93 million miles away,
When our moon moved in measured time between us and our sun,
How my mind cleared
In those mystical moments toward totality,
And not until I took my glasses off did I realize
I had not thought about lies, fraud, or immunity.
I never thought once about his name.
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William Palmer’s poetry has appeared recently in I-70 Review, JAMA, ONE ART, On the Seawall, and Rust & Moth. He lives in Traverse City, Michigan.
Another good, laser-focused poem, Bill!
Funny how Nature (like an eclipse) gets one focused on what’s truly important in the now.
Nice one!
We are so small and this is so bright. Love it. Focus on the grand scheme. 🙂
perfect!
Thanks, Bill.
Makes me wish the eclipse could have lasted for years, to really clear all our heads of the world’s uglinesses.
After reading your kind comment about my poems this morning, I found your eclipse poem and loved it. How wonderful that anything could erase his name, even temporarily.