Ithaca Eclipse

Some folks got sick. Others made noise. We sealed love on a higher plane.

“Fixed between heaven and earth, we watched the moon mount the sun, embracing his yellow blaze until only her dark light turned his day into her night.

A crowning union, they held each other tight as we watched, holding hands, enraptured by nature, squinting through the canopy of clouds shrouding their intermittent union.

Mystified, we looked at each other, eclipsing critics of vintage love as we watched their recurrent celestial climax throughout millennia.

He’d given me the keys to his house. I gave him the keys to my heart.”

— Aurora Flores Hostos