A half-remembered night
Waving glow sticks, a field of stars, sophomoric,
Focused up there in the sky,
The thick clouds slammed on us, light dimmed,
Shock and then a sense of creeping dread,
Amid a collection of strangers,
Air snakes through narrow lanes, teenagers swear and laugh,
But down here with us all,
Turning a circle, then another in a dance form,
To commemorate totality, the folks in fancy dress
Posing clowns yet lost and alone,
as the world rolled in yet another nuclear test.
Waiting for a real, life changing magic
Against the oncoming darkness.