-August 22- DRAFT DRAFT

The eclipse of the Sun is one day gone

and the medieval engravers are long dead

after doing a good job recording the event.

At the walls of caves in what will be known as France,

evolved neanderthal painters explained the imagery

at the wall, to the kids squatting around the control of fire

in a language I would have liked to have listened to.

Yesterday, the people peered
into the daylight sphere of darkness
sporting snazzy, fail-safe eyewear.

I didn’t go outside.

I stayed in the house eating a sandwich,

occasionally hydrating with drinks rich in electrolytes.

But the television was broadcasting the event.

On the balcony of our collective house, the President of the United States

was news-reeled squinting toward the Sun with naked eyes.

Well, my son, there are none so blind,
and Happy Birthday anyway.