When the moon moves across the face of the sun
We see it in ways we could not otherwise
We see other things blotted from view by its brilliance.
When the moon darkens and turns red
We become aware of the shadow we cast.
When the possibility of proof becomes elusive
The importance of story comes into focus.
When certainty slips away
The question of meaning in the present takes center stage.
We do not exist forever in eclipses
They come and go, a fascinating momentary break
from the ordinary, the routine.
But they leave in their wake
The need to rethink our understanding
Based on the certainties and regularities
Now challenged, unsettlingly, by such glaring exceptions.