What god or scientific force
would put the Sun and Moon on course
to grant us an eclipse?
What scale of relativity
would make their size appear to be
a truly perfect fit?

On other days, they square with Mars,
or some assembly of stars
in geometric rhyme.
The triangle protracts through space
then flattens, and, with winking face,
to us they just aligned.

A lesser mind would lie prostrate
awaiting predetermined fate
for minor mortals, we!
Another might dismiss as chance
this rare celestial mating dance
and fail to truly see.

But you and I stared at the sun,
unblinded, and we did not run
from night that dawned in day.
The humble Moon haloed in flame
subdued the Sun, a moment, tame
yet we were unafraid.

They say a line’s the shortest path
between two points, but space is vast,
and beauty’s in the arc.
And those who travel by ellipse
are grander for their scenic trips
slow twirling in the dark.

What gift of math or the divine
brought us together, one more time,
in love’s sweet gravity?
I’ll travel ’round the sun again,
but, this time, I’ll be hand in hand
with you, and you with me.