“Eclipse”, by Philip S Davies.
In ’ninety-nine, at 11:11,
Was seen on earth a sign from heaven,
But August 11, to our dismay,
It proved a cloudy summer’s day.
On Cornwall’s coast the Sun came by,
To warm the beach where bathers lie,
And just this once, as I can say,
Our circling Moon got in the way.
That shining, dusty ball of grey,
By pure coincidence, they say,
A matching size looks to appear,
Beside our Sun, so far from here.
Oblivious to our lines of sight
Ellipses run through endless night
Until a chance alignment rare
Displays a sight without compare.
Ere break of dawn, in darkest night,
From friends, hotel or muddy campsite,
The tourists came to see the view:
A passing shade for a minute or two.
The air was chilled, the darkness grew,
The sea-birds didn’t know what to do,
The people gasped, the crowds all cheered:
The Sun behind our Moon disappeared.
The cameras flashed in fading light,
Our seaside view had turned to night,
All sunlight blocked at broadest day:
A sight to take our breath away.
Then all at once the shadow passed,
Our chance to see this sight the last;
The headland, waterfront, beach and bay,
Restored too soon to light of day.
But out in space, in courses true,
Earth, Moon and Sun had naught to do
But circle on, in orbits far,
As planet, satellite and star.