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I'm Maggie Smith and this is the Slowdown. If you've been listening to the Slowdown for a while now, or if you follow me on social media, you know I love the sky. I ogle the sky. When I take walks with my kids and pull out my phone to take pictures of the clouds and the light, they don't even wait for me anymore. They roll their eyes like there she goes again and keep walking. So I have to run to catch up. It's kind of a bit between us now. I will say this though, for as silly as they seem to think, I am always tipping my head way back and marveling at the sky when I'm not with them. They sometimes send me photos of clouds. Enough said. Sometimes we are all caught staring at the sky to catch a glimpse of meteor showers or the northern lights or an eclipse. Suddenly it's socially acceptable to stand in your yard and stare up open mouthed. I can blend right in. Everyone too is taking and sharing the same photos, which ultimately end up on social media. The last total solar eclipse. My kids and I put on cardboard eclipse glasses and spread a big quilt in our backyard where we could lay and look up. I could see neighbors in the yards around us doing the same thing. We were all ogling the sky. When totality happened. The sky got darker and the air felt cooler. Our patio lights, which automatically come on at dusk, lit up. It was so eerie and at the same time, it was so nice to be looking up with everyone else sharing the same experience. Today's poem transported me back to that shared experience. Solar Eclipse by Amy Nezukuma Tatto Hot Springs National Park Four year olds ask about 250 questions a day, so by the time they are five, they will have asked about 180,000 questions. Most of us stop asking anything at all in middle school. Most of us don't need to be told not to look at the sun during an eclipse. But the geese at the lake nip the moss like its green shortbread and evidence of love is all around us. In Tagalog, Mahal kita means I love you and for 3 minutes and 38 seconds. The moon loved the sun. When we argue about stars and who sees them and who or what cannot, we get clouds stretched over all our eyes. How do we capture the magic of strangers resting in a park full of blankets and chairs, with a gurgle of warm and bubbly water rippling all around us for our otherwise quiet soundtrack? How do we say mahalk to strangers? How do we stay curious as we swim in this life, kicky paddle feet hurrying towards a new thing? Silly goose, just say it. Mahalk. After it's over, why do some of us forget to look up and notice the rise, the sparkle, what still glows in the sky? The Slowdown is a production of American Public Media in partnership with the Poetry Foundation. To get a poem delivered to you daily, go to slowdownshow.org and sign up for our newsletter and find us on Instagram @downdownshow and blueskylowdownshow.org. Maggie Here, host of the Slowdown Listening to and reading poetry helps us find our footing in an uncertain world, especially during challenging times. You can help keep these moments of poetry and reflection going by making a gift today. Visit slowdownshow. Org Donate.
