04-27-2026, 09:55 PM
Hi, alonso, so the few reads I was enjoying the poem and piecing together the bits that disrupted but then I figured I should know vs assume the meaning of Occlultation. As often happens to me with scientific terms, the more I read the more confused I got.
So applying it to the poem is difficult for me, I may get there or I may not, here are some notes on my read hoping to identify what I can reconcile and what gets me stuck.
Thanks for writing and posting.
(04-25-2026, 02:18 AM)alonso ramoran Wrote: OccultationSo, I'd rather not get explanations, it's an enjoyable read I hope will somehow reveal itself or I will get a clue in someone else's critique. Just letting you know I've been reading and where I'm at with it.
Quiet how the sun is leaving me
with shades of color
faded. Shades, too, will disappear
with all my friends
and the adults
and you are still
nowhere to be seen.
At first I thought this was sunset, then eclipse, but regardless the sun is leaving, the signs it existed leaving too. At first the second "shades" made me think window shades, neat! but I left that behind. The use of "adults" set the Narrator's age as young. We're talking humans now, I am unsure as to who "you" is.
What else to do but read.
What else to do but listen to the cicadas
in late summer heat.
A beautiful setting of the scene, young but old enough to read.
You should know
how new the world is to me,
that I would have so many questions
As if a babe but not, now I'm thinking maybe The N is not human, but still younger than the sun: moon, earth, asteroid? None of the above? Red herring? Important clue?
yet the shadows from the pines
are reaching
as if other matters
were more urgent to you.
Enjoying this strong image, cabin in the woods surrounded by pointed trees, the urgency at first sounded sulky to me, now I'm at there's no urgency, just indifference.
My long dark shape
a smaller fear,
the shadows chant
answers, in exchange
for commitment of the body
to an unseen role,
rewarded with pleasure in lights;
chanting–
I enjoy the language here but have yet to figure out what it means or who the N is.
yesterday is a tail
the mouth of tomorrow is swallowing
if time is a circle, ergo,
today is for consuming
as the caterpillar of the leaf,
so the self of knowledge.
Ah, clarity. Ergo and self of knowledge seem stiff and unnecessary.
We were supposed to read
the book I was reading,
home together. I’ll look for you
one last time.
The sulking is back, the details that seem human, I get the loneliness here, but with all the gaps in understanding I'm left with I'm unsure what is gone.
Thanks for writing and posting.

