Eclipse and the Perfect Cha Cha

Rain on the day it was expected.
Now there is nothing to see except a strange darkness
that makes the grim sky even darker.
A strange darkness that brings with it a stranger silence
with non of the glory of brightness before and brightess after.

Rain on the day it was expected, damping down expectations,
reminding me of the fickleness of seasons and weather,
none of which seem to have apppeared in your own life
according to timetables and calendars,
but as if designed to keep you guessing, tap dancing

around expectations. Plans discarded. Expectations tossed,
ever on alert, living in the moment a bit more than you would like.

And yet, it allows you to stop. THere is nothing to live up to.
No predictions to meet. You can relax,
knowing even if you take a wrong step today, you may look back
tomorrow and find yourself in a perfect cha cha.

About this poem

THere’s going to be a total eclipse in the northern part of Vermont tomorrow. In a lot of the country there will be rain. No one will see the eclipse.

A lot of my life has been unexpected. Good and bad. I have kind of lost the ability to have expectations. I simply live in the moment. Sometimes that is good, If I remember to let it.

The picture was taken out of a train window, in some town along the way. I don’t know which one.

Tom