When the day bleaks suddenly. When even electric light lacks its luster (overhead fixture, television picture). Gather the linens. Secure the clothesline. With sandbags and anchors, ballast what you love. A tussle’s coming. Real bad tussle. What’s coming is dark and then darker. Objects are closer than they appear. Events occur in real time. You must sequester. The contents of your heart. When day offs its kilter. When inevitable assault. Establish curfew and enforce, enforce.
Event in which the moon darkens for several hours when Earth passes between it and the sun, thus inflaming human fears (of love, of the dark).*