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We’re off work early, eyeing up the clouds,
Our children dancing sun-maker magic twist,
Blowing to whip wind to mist-shifting brisk.
Science and history are the idle chatter here:
From Cook’s transit sketches to what future
Space colony might carry Boulder’s gist
By the next match for this event on Earth.
The soul of Boulder funnels to the Fiske.
Queues around the amateur telescopes
Bursting into buzz about 4:05
When Venus first pin-punches through the sun disk;
Kids climb, eclipse shades pinned to eyes, the steep
Stone siding, supposing a closer look,
Ushered down by docents mindful of risk;
Odd carnival on the red rock commons—
The soul of Boulder funnels to the Fiske.
The crowd for eclipse just a fortnight ago
Set a world record for such a viewing;
Troll comments on the news went: “Oh Tsk! Tsk!
10,000 folks with nothing better to do?”
But if you’ve known the Flatiron influence,
The constant stroke of sun, and our obelisk
Of raised, massed hands reaching back up toward, toward…
The soul of Boulder funnels to the Fiske.
Lovely, Uche. Was compelled to look up your “Flatiron influence.” On the heels of a wonder-filled Iceland trek, I’m all the more moved by such standout rocks…
Thanks, Kristen. Yes the Flatirons are spectacular, and a source of much inspiration from me, and many Boulderites. Then again, I’ve never been to Iceland, but I’ve seen pictures and how amazing those treks must be!