Wedding

Is it as thought? the wine as sweet?

Is the table set? the hair, dress in place?

Is the challah as pure as the tune being sung?

Sweet soft, shades slide by

by the winds, our windows open

and we see

the promise was made

like a mountain? small but seen from afar

or the songbird that suddenly enchants you?

Sweet soft, clouds crowd through.

Did Mom labor for your love? (as she sees fit)

Was Dad to cry, or sigh at the exchange rate.

    I took my wallet out, and said,"That's nice"

    "Who's Ken", whose Kin. Someones son

    son of one, sister's son?, sister's love.

    and sister's beloved it was to be

    he being one from our family type of tree

    I stopped and thought of her, not me.

    I think I tried to learn of he.

    Disguised beneath the mask, I wear

    between the borders of life we share

    I feel the grip of the break 'o dawn

    and know the morning will bless the bond

    and sweet

    I know

So did the sun rise, as though you willed?

Did your heart beat, hoping the sun was stilled?

and on your way from the house as you took a turn

would it look different when you returned?

a casual look, a gleeful glance would it

last the memory, would it endure romance.

and as the last bouquet's prepared

and as the couple at last is paired

when silver set and tea are laid

when wedding bonds and vows are trade'

canopy unfurled, the flowers picked that morning

the vines weaving like bride and groom joining.

and when the many have dwindled to few

and finally there is no queue

the band is through

there is just

the two.

(the river)

It is easy to see the river run deep

walk along, throw stones

the banks creep, steep

the sand rough, the water weep.

Pause to think and dream upstream

salmon splash, lighting dim

grasses sprout, tall about

don't shout

Look down at the drips and splash below,

the curious painted single drops

that plop and plink to run the river

deep and cool. Breath that drip

drink that plink, that plop, that drop.

headstream

of the

river.