by Tommy Mooney
For any of you from the American Midwest: remember the eclipse? Inspired by Raymond Carver
You need the special glasses, they said.
Make sure they’re real, they said. Check for fakes.
Go somewhere in the open, they said. Trees will ruin the experience.
Take the day off work, they said.
It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity, they said.
You’re sure to remember it forever, they said.
It’s almost there, they said. Get your glasses on.
The sky’s getting dark, they said.
Here it is, they exclaimed. It’s beautiful.
Look at the sky, they exclaimed. Look at it in totality.
This is amazing, they declared.
I’ll never forget this, they promised.
It’s passing, they said.
Wasn’t that exciting, they said.
The sun’s coming back out, they said.
It’s about time to get going, they said.
It’s about time to feed the dog. Get the kids from school. Go to work. Call Grandma. Clean the house. Play video games. Call the wife. Call the husband. Start making dinner. Finish that book.
And in a few hours, they will ask, “Did something happen recently?”
“I can’t remember.”