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.