…But the eclipse today at all
Through the white skies – the thick, plump stuff
Of Heaven –
I cannot see:
Not partial, not complete. The fall
The moon is taking with a puff –
Like leaven
Across the sea
Of viscous future bread will act
In points impossible and sudden,
So does the moon cast out the fact
Of Sun with darkling noon… a trodden,
Familiar truth, moon ousting Sun
By crawling on Sun’s face?...
March 20, 2015
Baku