unlight (30/3/25)

how casually March
comes to a close
with a partial eclipse
casting new shadows
seeping into the old
reaping light
from places unknown
on the far side of
the night,
a nod to future times
birds perch
on power lines
in awe
bemused
entranced
bemused,
surely there’s a lullaby
made to match
and wrap around
such moments to make them
more profound
where silence
has run aground
washed up on
uneven sound
dripping from
unopened mouths,
a partial eclipse
a passage of unlight
lost to the eye
slips off the sky.

© 2025 robert greig