Wedding Day.

Wedding Day.

At noon it rains

Those movements that brought life to earth

Those movements that instill

The "Monkey Puzzle Tree,"

Hydrangeas like archaic pom-poms,

Symbiotic Ivy clutching stone.

I sit indoors pressing my hand into the glass

I can hear the cold

I can feel the fog thickening

Where a schooner skirts the coast

A short walk from where I witness

Its three lights, a triangle.

Each time I look up

I want it so badly to not move

Each time I look up

It remains there, inside the cove, comforting.

From now on, I am not alone.

Oct. 26th, 2010.

-M.C.