As the skies darkened, a hush washed over the people, chattering masses quieted by dropping temperatures, a ghostly wind swirling up in the diminishing light, awe seeping in with that first cusping shadow over the Sun’s lower stage left, the audience’s right, thigh. The Moon was making her move, her curves tracing over his swollen parts and mighty limbs, awe giving way to an accelerating eerieness, almost palpable stunned and surreal stillness, seconds suddenly slowing to an aching slow motion capture tick, the tock finally upon you all, the moment for which you all had gathered across the miles, from city to mountain top, village to highway pass (**Don’t Stop** SIG ALERTS BE DAMMED!), seven years since now past the scuttled mission meticulously ignored and dismissed, despite your naive hope and detailed plans, a scrubbed, failed, totality viewing, now redeemed in her hands, now almost wishing you could make time stop for the two of you, for all mankind to truly pause.
Silly Boy - Child - Man. You know that’s not how life works.
You knew it as Totality swept over the land. Yo knew it even as your stumbling digits, those disracted, trying-to-do-it-all fumbling paws combed over the device if only to frustrate, ascertain why you were unable to flip the camera from main to selfie lens, when it dawned, by afternoon’s last glimmer of afternoon light swallowed up in the Moon’s appetite, the ultimate *Duh* and prodigal moment. Congratulations, My Man.
Bruh.
You chose this second for an IT lesson??? Seriously???
The Total Eclipse, Dude. WHY EVEN BOTHER???
Cool Story, Bro. #Winning.
So, that’s you in the corner, losing your religion, the Stars and The Moon and The Sun, missing that final dollop of piercing light La Luna’s shadow coaxed as her silky, water beams draped over and with his together entwined, her sweet little derrière and perfectly round, plump, nubile figure imposed on suddenly hapless El Sol, snuffing out the last gasping breath of beaming resistance in his to her more sublime might. She was going to have her way with him. Afternoon delight.
The hush morphed into a thrush of rolling gasps, exultations and finally a thunderous wave of applause, ovations for the lovers now entwined, all of you their captive audience.
Oh, Look. Jupiter and Venus showed. Pervy fuck Dude, sure but Her? Who knew the goddess of love was into kink??? Yeah. I suppose it be hard to resist watching The Sun and Moon get it on, coming together in the throes of all that passion, all that cosmic lust, sprinkled with fairee - taled magic dust for a mere few minutes of deep, undulating thrusts, all that pure, unfiltered Love.
You know you wanna watch. You know you saw The Sign, felt the Earth move under your feet, rumbling at a thunderous six point nine on the Richter scale of wonder and bliss, all the sadness and desperation, the anxiety of anticipation, the dread and fear of isolation and, the ambivalent desire for solitude and its twin of loneliness, the at-once promise and failure of your shared bonds, suffering and human condition, your frailties and pathos exposed, the endless thirst for blood and avarice for gold never quenched but for these few fleeting moments shared, a real collaboration if also at times insightful on a variety of levels, from the personal to the interpersonal and the collective, communal.
The one you all witnessed. The ones you shared. The ones you imagined. They all were present. No past. No future. Jidda once opined “You could all choose to stop this suffering in one moment,” forgetting all you choose to leave behind, no need for justice nor forgiveness, nor need for hunger You seem to recall John said.
But, Boy, I tell ya. That La Luna. Isn’t She Something? Stevie might opine “Isn’t She lovely?” She sure has The Sun god’s number, read his book alright.
Big ol' caboose, wrapped her countenance and creamy white curves around El Sol, totality smothered in his divine rays, shrouding him in her watery beam negligee mysteries and proceeded to fuck the shit outta him.
He didn’t seem to mind.
The Eclipses You Need Are All Around You. You merely need to look for them.
“How in fuck do any human's who experience the cosmic wonders, be they Neil Armstrong, Alan Shepard or any of the countless who followed these pioneer firsts, return to Earth and remain functional amidst the toil, the depravity, pettiness and, to your word that dovetails with my "Totality Afterglow," triggering my reply here???”
-Overheard, 04.08.24 15:29EDT.
See you on August, 26, 2026!