Just the two of us Not yet looking up. Waiting for totality.

Lunar or Solar Never can quite remember What kind of eclipse.

Now, she says. Look now. And we look. Pupils enlarge. No words. Just seeing.

A hole. A halo of fire surrounding a void Impenetrable.

The Sun is the same size as the Moon in the sky she says. Why is that?

(Above and below said Hermes Trismegistus are one and the same)

Exactly the same How in the world could that be? What are the chances?

I don't know, I say. Just chance. Randomness. Blind luck. Like everything else.

Do you wonder why we are here, she says, right now? watching this unfold?

Sun, Moon, you, me, us? Each one aligned perfectly In time and in space?

Just because we are I want to say. But I don't. Because it's ending.

The light of the Sun will blind us, so we look down Quietly. Alone.

haiku, poem, writingMichael Hughes