"Eclipse" / poem


Before the fire goes out
inside me, before the charred bit

is taken from the crucible
of my body, I will need

to walk with you again,
past the sycamores and the oaks

and the mosaic of leaves
you will never see.

Child, who will float in darkness
forever, I ask

your forgiveness.
Your little shadow

will pass over me
into the black sky

and be lost.
And what will become of me,

shining out day and night
like a beacon for you

so that you will not
lose your way,

so that your passing
will be a passage

and take its place
in the universe

of discarded things.

--Christine Toth