Ceremony

No vows—but who can keep a vow?

I said my line, My love for you

Isn’t written in the heavens,

And yet it’s to

This act all of my days have led.

She said, I’m surrounded by what

I love, the old-time firs, the rain—

And then she cut

Off, laughing? no; I saw her tear,

Her heart. In a moment, my hand

On her bare shoulder, she went on:

Rain shimmering, and

Your open arms. A whirl, a wedding,

And oh from that green night to this

I haven’t crossed the bridge of dreams

Without her kiss.