We wait for it in fields and mountains 
We wait for it in scores and thousands 

it’s coming, approaching with uncanny pace 
not here, in the three dimensions of space 

but in the fourth of time, that plays  
us, a cool breeze when we see its face 
  
on the last one, they tested Einstein’s theory of gravity  
to see if light will bow in the presence of Totality. 

It unites and covers our flaws when we feel its majesty 
people become civil again, and resurrect magnanimity  

and then… the sky darkens, the crowd… lulls and hearkens 
the eye.. in the sky dilates, peering at expectant covered eyes 

we look up and deep, into the eye, with dilated pupils, 
news casters pause, in silent respect for totality with people 

I gaze at the Totality with my inner eye,  
I stare into Eternity and I wonder why 

I feel it envelop me from the inside out 
The dark-light warmth pervades, abides 

It’s not the Sun, it’s not the Moon, It’s their Creator I feel 
that makes me swoon and makes me reel. 

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