Venus visits

Lying here

In darkness,

That is never heavy enough,

I lift the leaden pen

Towards tissue paper sheets,

The scratching sometimes helps-

But it doesn’t get to it

There is no focus

Under this solar eclipse.

I mark this occasion,

With singed retinas,

A scar to never forget

The sight-

It was just the words

That found me weak and feebly forgetting

My lines and knots,

Loops and circularity, entanglement and

Coincidence,

Felt as a brush of the lash, a butterfly effect

Of heavenly bodies.


Drawing By From public domain book, Solar eclipse, Corona 1870 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.