Eclipse Astro Philia

The greatest show I’ve seen on earth

maneuvered in the heavens

into a play of light haloing darkness,

a brief encounter of sun and moon

on a celestial stage,

casting its penumbra

onto the sun’s photosphere,

as shadows sometimes reflect on my life.

I can almost hear the musical spheres,

echoing through the quiet world,

a celestial drama unfurling

before an audience whispering

a profound colloquy of awe,

rising to the rafters of God’s cathedral

as mankind’s prayer.

The Eagle Has Landed

We’re not gathered in our comfortable home

to watch an impossibly distant Armstrong

alighting on the moon,

but rather in a buffeting wind

observing the mighty emblem of field and stream

perched atop the tallest evergreen.

A meteor among raptors,

the golden eagle locks his stare aimed from aloft

at today’s unsuspecting prey below,

a dive so daring in its speed,

we gasped at his deadly grace,

a thunderbolt from above

piercing the lake with its talons,

amazing us with life’s ancient  paradox,

the taking of life to live.

Even vegans must kill to eat.