poem sort of

Eclipse (8/21/17)

Everything moves

in cycles and rhythms

birth to death

waves to the shore

the turn of the planet

sun, moon and stars.

Everything moves

circling and cycling

twirling and swirling

the rain to the earth

wind through the trees

the robin's beak pecking

the heart how it beats

even after breaking

Everything moves

the breath how it comes

the breath how it goes

everything caught up

powerless and pulled.

Mom and I sit inside

with the blinds drawn

anxious and waiting

for the room to go dark.