The Last Eclipse

each occlusion is opportunity

celestial realms offer opaque shrouds for inner work to commence

lamentations may persist beneath this veil and

intensity of travail consumes all

pre-empts existence with exertion levels threatening tachycardia—but no—it’s your

season/stimulant/stabilization/ ‘sun-soon-to-be-unblocked'—just take

ease now and bide this tide…it will end

Author's Note:

This one sat unpublished for months. A "casualty" of the Vocal Eclipse Challenge held earlier this year. Not all of my poems make it to the outside world.

But I reread it and thought how poignant and transfer-applicable this would be to share as we live side-by-side in a world engulfed by unprecedented difficulties. Such trying circumstances often feel neverending, but we can take some comfort in the truth that every beginning will have an end.

So keep hope. Keep life. Keep love.

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