Five years ago today. Jeff and I eloped. We packed up the Honda, drove to Vegas and walked down the aisle of the Little Church of the West. Jeff introduced our Southern minister to the breaking of the glass and taught him how to pronounce Mazel Tov. Our friends and family watched along at home courtesy of the chapel's webcam. It was sweet. It was romantic. It was the happiest day of my life. And from then? Everyday is happy on top of happy. With Mr. Rosenberg by my side, even the sad days are wrapped in happiness.
Tell me in short, Love, what is a wedding? / A wedding is at once a crowded place / and a private room, packed with trusts / and empty of all but the heart’s letters / which one other heart may read and decipher let the compass points gather in one center / as rambling desires gather, as the circle / of abstraction, of invitation and guesswork, / becomes the circle of pledge and deliberate / speech: see, the circle widens to enclose, and in it / two are dancing and then it grows smaller / and in it two are colliding like sparks / and make one fire, and so Love, at least, has done her part […]
Poem excerpt: “The Blaze of the Poui: An Epithalamion,” Mark McMorris
Poetry found at unruly-things