Nancy Hart Poem

 Eclipse

Too bad you don't look up, except

on rare occasions, like the Eclipse.

So what if it took decades

for you to lower the phone, set it

aside, and watch as the moon leisurely ate the Sun.  Even then, you had to play

a song on your iPhone, that tiresome one, Total Eclipse of the Heart, which I never liked and took all remaining daylight

to erase from my head.

Nancy Hart