by Surabhi Agarwal

In Dallas, storm clouds made me flip,
To Niagara, where clouds could eclipse.
Then Watertown, I tried,
But the clouds did deride,
In Burlington, at last, caught the eclipse’s grand trip!

Now with joy, I recall that eclipse,
Though my journey had twists, turns, and skips.
For the next one in sight,
On August twelve, twenty twenty six, oh, the delight!
Greenland, Iceland, Portugal, or Spain, the next eclipse grips!