The worlds line up, the moon slides between us, the sun shrinks to a slim arc: angelic when viewed through blue glass, apocalyptic when seen through red – a devilish smile hanging in the sky, which thins and grins and swells.

I wait the full cycle of a clock-face for the swelling to continue, for the sun to become full again, for the moon to sidle off to the side – and disappear!

I wait, feeling the heat grow measurably on my face, and watch, because I have to; because I am a human, in this circling system; another body bound to the sun.

Cwm Garw, Glamorgan, South Wales
20th March 2015