Eclipse by Aaron Knuckey


From the other room, my daughter’s laughter
has the cadence of a hymn, the syntax
of some spell. It makes sense. I’m sure
she still dreams of the un-world, which is
still so near for her. In the cereal
aisle, when she holds my hand, I can feel
a hundred futures thrumming through
the ley lines in her palm. She’ll look up
at me then, with a box of Cheerios
under one arm, while the irises of her eyes
(twin moons over standing stones)
eclipse mine.

Aaron Knuckey has poetry and short fiction appearing in Every Day Fiction, Daily Science Fiction, and Star*Line.

Image Credit: Abstract painting of solar eclipse (Ben Will) with Cheerios background (