post-eclipse enthusiasm,
(en-theos, filled with god)
runs aground, necessity forcing delay,
the grief of exceptional time expired.
.
icebergs calve from nimble glaciers,
as climbers bound with rope ascend sheer faces.
all,
slow slough.
.
the plethora of dust to spring clean
comes mostly from our skin,
surface constantly shedding our limits,
invisible tasks mount to awareness,
we create them, necessarily,
for to arrest this process, is to embalm,
emblem of paradox.
.
pick up the task,
pay the tax,
then, take the wrong turn on purpose,
find a long way to get where you normally go,
still go there, but
expand routine beyond rote.
.
we are static electricity before the discharge
.
The Sun enters Taurus on April 19 (6:59 PDT), see you again, then.
Top photo by Dylan Shaw on Unsplash; bottom photo by Dominik Van Opdenbosch on Unsplash.