Eclipse

Eclipse

As the moon eats into the sun
intellect & science insist the return
but my stardust cells, mammalian limbic,
know danger.
I float in feeling, instinct, reason,
then totality and the corona.
What bond born
among the four of us,
two poets & two scientists,
on our folding camp chairs
glasses off to see the sun's strong rays crowning.
When the crescent comes again, increasing,
such throat joy released,
even from our two scientists,
who say they never doubted.