Eclipse

 

In the superstitious past,

This would have been an omen –

A harbinger of blight,

A warning of leaner times.

 

Today, it’s a party,

An excuse to travel,

To wear funny glasses

Or wave the colander around.

 

We’re hard up for wonders,

But we love an occasion –

And to that degree, at least,

We haven’t changed at all;

 

We’ll take any pretext

To don strange attire,

Concoct a new ritual,

And bask in the chosen day.