She held her breath and waited for the instant
Where Earth’s equator passed through
The center of the sun.
As it was
By arcs and tilt and latitudes,
She cared not about
The argument that it could never be
In ideal form,
Or that the exact timing
And perceptions of the mind.
She paused nonetheless,
To witness the fleeting equilibrium
Of light and dark,
And the shift of balance
That it could,
perhaps today, allow.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Equinox in 83 words
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