Fourth onto this day I stand
Eye witness to ancient mystery
Of cosmic proportion -
How good it is to be alive !
I see caravans - legions of revelers
Heading north , to the mountains close to the sky
Far from the city's heckling pulse,
While I , upon my backyard lawn await,
Content just be - a witness close to home.
Slowly the hours ply with diurnal bliss
Seamless yet charged with anticipation -
Of a phenomenon so rare - so divine ....
So charged with spiritual contagion.
The orient beam through morning eyes I see
Plotting his arc in usual form, but on this day
Somewhere past high noon , a change will come.
Gradually, then suddenly - the sky will cool
And from light onto darkness and back to light...
Upon all senses the Sun, a trick would play.
Two nights in a span of hours -
One long , the other brief yet spectacular
Confounds the rhythmic flow....
And defies current modes of reflexion.
Of what use then is it to burden the soul
Seeking to comprehend this sort ?
Some may dance and chant,
And invoke spiritual aspects of every hue;
But I , in pure reverence of the Almighty -
Content I'd stand , in the presence of it all .
By Hope KalĂ© Ewusi ©


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