In This Moment of Totality

“Here, it is these glasses,” said she,
When I said I can’t see the Totality.

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.

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