Solar Eclipse

Tuesday, September 9, 2025 - Day 2 of Writing Poetry Until I Feel Better

Waiting for a call

that will never come.

Drinking tea…

out of a stale mug.

Bright as a sun-

eclipsed

Rain washing pebbles

from the sidewalk.

Stomping grass

with wet feet

and eyes turned to the sky.

My heart blisters and bleeds-

it bakes under the heat

opening wounds over and over.

Her silhouette stains-

I see her shadow around every corner.

Real, or unreal?

I pinch holes in my arms

where someday

someone else will plant seeds.

I will return to the meadow

sink into the daisies

under the olive tree.

I will lay my head on its trunk

and watch the moon make way-

So the sun can wrap me

in its warmth

and whisk me

into places unseen.