Eclipse

The moon extends her curtain,
dimming the whitened
molecules shining in
the trees. Translucent black
descends, turning sounds
into comfort and darkness
into a reason to be still.

Not like waiting but a bathing,
in the inky coolness. Seeing
how the familiar changes,
being breathless without fear.

Capricious moon finds her way
back to the stars. White again,
gifts a path forward,
full of shadowed shapes.
Voices call out, mix,
then fade into a new, old night.