Eclipse
1
My love and I drive south
For seven minutes of darkness.
During solar eclipse, the sun proposes,
A sparkling rim and white-hot stone,
We drive for margaritas, the blue Pacific,
to make love when Orion rises,
belt low on his hips,
and hike date groves to a church,
where fruit bats hide in beams.
To sit silent in wooden pews, smooth with time and trousers,
and buy sugar dates in sacks from children.
2
First overnight at San Ysidro
A thin woman takes our money
At a trailer park.
Smiling open face like Buddha.
Cancer patients cross the border
for herbals and experimentals.
We pitch our tent.
At night, helicopters chop the air.
Beams illuminate people.
Our tent window reveals them.
They fly like birds, darting and hiding.
Wings flutter, movement.
3
A wooden cantina,
desert and dust.
We stop for totality
to stand in sand and heat.
The desert closes shop,
The wind rises and night falls.
Air cools, and the sky wraps us
in seven minutes, silent but soft
murmurs of strangers
in eclipse shades, sharing Corona beer
and penumbra, waiting for the diamond ring.