last night the eclipse broke across 4 AM

the stars were crowded

a stream of broken light with fishes of darkness

I saw it in the pictures the next day

the red echo of the sun

sun felt nothing, moon felt nothing

soundless neighbors stare from the sky.

I didn’t wake up to see the eclipse

but I woke up in the morning

to a train screeching

screaming across the tracks—

outside my frost fallen window

sun bride courted blue

sky so blue and holy that creation cried

sky tears fell on my dirty windowpane

my throat felt parched in my dream.

from my past eclipses I still see them—

timid star angels

dripping the water into my brow.

they wake my blood cells to carry oxygen

 my two legs move

waking each day.