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TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE SUN

 

It began in earnest months ago. The Universe in Verse – a poetry-palooza for the cosmos – would take place in Austin, the night before the solar eclipse. We had visited Austin last spring. It was close enough to Dallas and one very dear college roommate and her effusive, extensive family. Why not!

We made plans for a whirlwind trip. We’d fly to Dallas. Drive to Austin together the next day. Revel in a night of poetry under the Austin stars. And enjoy a rare phenomenon. It’s what memories are made of, right? We booked our flights (in and out of Dallas). We booked a hotel room (in Austin). We would see the eclipse, then high tail it back to Dallas in time for a 7:30pm flight.

Mr. Mills was concerned about traffic. How flexible were our plans? I tend toward unconcern when it comes to travel. Totality would end at 1:44pm. There was plenty of time.

Yes, but what if you miss your flight. The Dallas media was doing its best to undermine Mr. Mills’ confidence in my unconcern. Fine. I placated him. We changed our flights to leave Tuesday morning instead.

Then we talked another roommate and her wife into joining us! They splurged! Full-fare flights to meet us in Austin! Whoop!

Then the text came from El: Why are we going to Austin for the eclipse where totality will be one minute long when we could sit on my front lawn for four-plus minutes of cosmic convergence?

Wait. Only one minute? I hadn’t even checked. I was mostly excited to attend The Universe in Verse. I mean how often do you get to listen to live poetry by the likes of Rebecca Solnit, Roxane Gay, Marie Howe, and Ellen Bass, among others??

But only one minute? And $300/per night rooms? And seven hours of driving? And Mr. Mills’ stress? I caved.

Thank goodness our third roomie’s tix were refundable (and that she loves us).
Thank goodness for livestreaming (not nearly as fun as being there, but dreamy nonetheless).

We made sandwiches. Schlepped lawn chairs, sunscreen, and protective glasses outside half a block from her house. Even the clouds cooperated.

Brian Eno played in the background. Day became gray. Crows departed. Street lamps turned on. The moon had its moment in the sun. And my heart skipped.

convergence

 

moon rushes past air-cooled bare arms

fourteen hundred miles per hour

steadfast in its path to prominence

a cloudy forecast notwithstanding

carrying a storm our way

the show must go on

if I stand before you face to face

I see a darkness

yet, we shine together

ages pass

indignant crows depart

a day gives in

to convergence

peace but a moment

if only always

so serene

©photo & draft, Patricia J. Franz

eclipse

 

sun

and moon’s slow synchrony

slips into place

ignites

brilliant chrome ring

gleams

a heart skips

in the darkness

 

©draft, Patricia J. Franz

partner to the sun

 

yield to the tiny, gentle moon

unequal, yet vital in their work

one shines from inner power

one loves when the other

is not available

 

©draft, Patricia J. Franz

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