After the sky clears, all eclipse-safe specs in stores disappear. People pull outcolanders to see the sun through.
Author: Margaret Coombs
Poetry, curiosity, place.
When Nature Comes Calling
Pollen wriggles through windows, a wasptests the glass for escape, doves coo new age notes,the basement floods, we can’t keep the outdoors out.
Farewell
Every awakening a kind of dementia–my dreamworld constructions eaten by clouds,the images go before breakfast.
Not Forgotten
An agnostic’s Easter. Houses locked, dogsbark behind windows. Joy to believers.Robins serenade those who remain.
Unpleasant
A damp March day, bone-chilling north wind.An ancestral oak gone. We note its rotted stump.Counting its rings feels dizzying.