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