A SHADOWY PIANISSIMO

Decades after you learned about it in middle school physics,

one celestial sphere slides between two others and moves you

like little else can. Not physically. You aren't among the

throngs with special glasses watching the spectacle. You stay

indoors, working your day away, awaiting, like a child does

her birthday evening, the moment. When the light dims and the birds

go quiet as if spring had flashed back to winter and afternoon

to the night before, you wonder at this miracle of a romance, this 

 

soft, patient love of a silver-feather partner for her gilded beloved.

This magnificent waiting over days, weeks, months, years

that glides in ever so gently. With a peck at first, then a sparkling 

diamond ring it had saved just for this moment, and then, merging. 

 

Unequivocally. The music of this astonishing tryst, its shadowy 

pianissimo, play on in your head. Like a steadfast piano.