from The Prospect
meaning that the moon will pass over the sun and blank it out. in that moment the corona will appear to become brighter. it “appears” because it does not actually become brighter; it “appears” to be so in that moment grasses will whisper and the stars will turn red, blue, green and maybe even speak—what will they say? SETI will pick up a message from beyond newly discovered possibly planetary bodies. there will be a low beeping and crunching sound that seems to emanate from all over, but most likely from three blocks away where men are directing a bulldozer to tear up the street and it sounds so omnipresent, we were all talking about it this morning. it is small yet momentous, how molecules jostle one another to carry the sound of their jostling over often enormous distances. in that moment of eclipse the phone rings, have you seen it, are you seeing it, I finally understand what we’re doing, in this moment of glowing darkness I understand what I put in the water I drink the water and if together we are all getting hot we are making it hot and I must find my way to the water from the bed through all the squares of darkness and back again through treachery of light
Copyright © 2018 by Marcella Durand. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 2, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.