It’s Tuesday, the three-
hundred-years-rare
Winter Solstice
eclipse passed
with a blood-
red moon
upon
North
America
last
night,
the
Earth’s
face
bathed
in sun
rays, as a
drop of tomato
soup from my spoon
as it brims the edge
recoagulates in tiny
rivulets to drop, light
detours like a zip-line
clung to our floating
orb, to reform as
light once
again.
