I can believe what I see
if I can believe that I’m seeing it,
but the sun is too much
the work-a-day schmo to worship.

I climb over that ridge
in the morning too, and
nobody thinks anything of it.

True, sometimes I’m late.

Image is from a pinhole eclipse viewer that I am still working on, even though the path of totality will not pass directly over this errant human head of mine. It will pass well to the north of me, and godspeed to these heavenly bodies, especially the moon, who will single-handedly blot out the sun and then quietly stand aside as everyone whispers, “oh, solar eclipse!”

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