“Here, it is these glasses,” said she,
When I said I can’t see the Totality.
But still seeing only darkness,
I mumbled to myself, “Why I still can’t see it, even with these?”
I turned around, but she disappeared, like she was never there.
“I see what you did there,” I thought.
I was looking not at the sky, but at the people around me,
My blackness was the Totality for them,
Their whiteness was the Totality for me.
“Maybe we need shades,” I wondered.
Like those children wore over there.