Eclipsed.

Eclipsed.

Why worry,

When the sky

Hangs so low

The world seems to end

At street level,

Houses silhouetted

Against the grey,

The vast idea

Of space curtailed

By the binding

Of molecules.

The sun and moon

Eclipsed by

An accumulation

Of cumulus.

A simple twist

Into a less than nimble

Nimbus,

And darkness falls,

Not as precipitated,

But hastened

Unto its conclusion

In anticlimax,

Unseen by you or I.

No need of special specs,

Or a camera,

Home-made,

With a tiny pin-hole,

To obscure the view,

And protect the naked eye.

When the wash

Of nature’s natural grey

Steals the chance

Of celestial glory

Clean away.