I searched frantically for you.
Carving around bends and cutting across hills
Suffused with evening shadow. Eyes peeled and neck staining;
All for a glimpse.
My night vision blurred by headlights I all but gave up:
Then there you were. Just a glimmer, me playing peekaboo peering
through thorny hedgerows to crest a hill to see
your full glory revealed.
Hanging there, impossibly large.
A peeled apple, with the edge chopped cleanly.
I drank you in, intoxicated by the final touches of your eclipse,
One edge gently broiling, rippling like snowmelt
for one glorious minute, then cradled in obscuring cloud.
© Tom Tide 2016