"Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of simultaneity – in which multiple things are happening at once."
Mid-day and in that infinite instant of dark
The drowsy confused birds murmur into silence
And the crescent shadows merge into a charcoal blanket.
The watchers, shuffling together subconsciously,
Mutter, groan or sigh and reflexively applaud
As shutter clicks and camera flashes
Greet the bashful stars appearing in the blackened sky.
Shapes flutter overhead, perhaps laggard sparrows
Seeking refuge, or premature bats leaving theirs.
The undergrowth is filled with rustling
Where hunters seek prey and prey seeks shelter,
Habitual patterns disrupted like the daylight.
Droning buzzes fall silent as a thousand wings still,
Daunted by the suddenly chilled air.
Scientific knowledge can not banish the visceral fear
That gnaws at rational thought
Nor mathematics calculate the impact
Of the moon swallowing the sun.
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