Jane and I viewed the eclipse

From a field above the village

It was nearer to the sky than the sea

We were members of a much larger audience

Who had travelled miles to enjoy this vantage

Later we retired to a nearby naturist beach

Which given the crowds was lightly used

I do not fully remember who was there

Thirty or forty people at the most

Although I can remember

A fat bottomed girl

Who was wearing a white tee shirt

With a large target printed on it

She appeared to be from Belgium

As her boyfriend was wearing a purple

Anderlecht football shirt slightly faded

The eclipse was a number of years ago

And I can recall the strange grey light

The immense darkness and the chilled air

But not much else as the eclipse passed

Spectacularly but without real incident

In April as we were in the area again

Jane and I revisited the hill above the village

And found that although the paths were well kept

That the fields had aged badly and were rather wild

Which was a little sad for me as I do not like change

We chose not to visit the naturist beach

As the April air was still cool even in the weak sun

From the distance it looked as sorry as the high fields

Lonely and forgotten in the bleakness of the month

It is likely that we will return quite soon

As our past is there

There are parts of us

That will never leave

They will just retire into our memories