The great American eclips
was supposed to be the end of the world.
I spent it at work.
One o'clock rolled around,
And the world turned into a graveyard.
All the workers shuffled outside to see.
I sat there, uv glasses on and realized this...
If this is the end of the world
I will spend it with these people.
People I never liked.
Or really even spoke to.
But I decided just then and there.
There were no finer people to die with.
The moon moved across the Cresent sun.
And "C" shaped beams of light lit up the asphalt
As if some god spilled bannana shaped confetti
on the earth.
Then the world was dark.
And the ground turned into a wave pool of Shadows.
As snakes of darkness played freeze tag on the street.
The moon made its momentary stop.
And all of us were astonished.
We strangers were turned into friends out of shock.
We laughed and raised our voices in joy.
And as it ended.
As the sun peaked back out the other side of the moon.
The voices died down.
Everybody got up.
Looked around,
And went back to work.
The world didn't end that day.
And all of us had jobs to do.
I looked at all of my familiar strangers.
My coworkers.
And I realized that we shared a moment
That humanity it's self never had and never will.
And neither will we again.