11:27:27
We are in the Path of Totality,
5000 feet above sea level,
when, at 11:27:27,
a dome of dark falls,
an upended blue enameled bowl, metallic,
like steel in winter.
Under the rim of the bowl
in the far distance glows
a strip of landscape,
hot summer grass, yellow pine, mountain rock.
The day is over there.
Here a cold dark with only Venus glaring.
I can’t stop shouting.
