A BLOT ON THE SUN

"What on earth" was my last thought
on seeing the billowing blackness
Pitched here out of context on the hillside
Quite at odds with the fecundity of the geography

Something twinkling
Something tinkling
a haze rises on the air
I rub my eyes to make some sense
Stood before this mystery
There's unnatural density to the shade
One cursory glance behind and I enter
like a person with options

Soaking
in this new sensation
Basking
in the cool and dark
Engulfed
in the belly of it

All at once then, a thousand daggers And me squinting against white heat
But it's gone
Ever higher I see it ripple
a blot on the sun
a magic carpet from myth

Rising to my feet I follow it
to escape this now intolerable place