(Full Solar Eclipse 8-21-17)
Although no Rhesus monkey blood
Flows through the byways of my body
I feel fragments of fear
Originating from ancient landscapes
Of fern and endless flora
And I am there
Looking for the hidden animals
Absent from the water hole
Watching my tribe
Grunting over skins stretched tautly
Being beaten over enormous gourds
A chant arising
From useless fire
Reaching for the circle of what is now known
As the sun
While a shadow claims dominance
Wiping out daytime firmament
Bringing dusk to the home savanna
Behemoth swallowing the familiar fireball
Leaving us shivering on the ground
Grunting, crying, drumming
Scrying the water
For instruction on how to retrieve
Our celestial canopy
Bright and hot
We rock back and forth
In darkness unexplained
Crying in pain
Until the Feathered One
Points to the sky
With a club as high as he
We will not die!
The monster shadow is vanquished
By our chants
Our spilling of blood
Our promises to be good
And the raging fire
Once again
Rules the bright blue plain
Stretching silently above
A sea of heads
I was there
I remember
As today
Wearing a #12 Shade welding mask
I watch
The eclipse fade…
© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: prehistoric rock-Pinterest
Here I am wearing the welding mask, watching the eclipse:
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