An eclipse occurred.

And I missed it.

Totally slipped my mind.

I was talking to my sister.

Catching up with her.

On college life.

Signing off soon.

On truth and honor too,

And attunement to emotions.

Now darkness blankets desert.

Moths crash against window pane,

Straining for the light.

Midnight kitty purrs contentedly,

Beside me as I write.

What must be left behind?

What does not support this space?

A shift in motion, time and place.

Happiness seems a transient state,

Set on future arrivals.

I let clinging to it,

Pass amid the upheaval,

Of moth wings on glass.

I leave behind the people,

Who wear masks.

I drop my own.

I discard seven stones,

So I can step across the water.

I watch the mask float off,

Past laughing river otters.