Ruth and Mike Get Married
by D.R. James

Today
in our flabbergasted lives
we begin with a welcome
to outrageous love,
and what's more, we self-transport,
as if in a fast and sweeping dream
thick with those bright colors
that tattoo our laughter–
wicked and angelic–
in all the tallest clouds.
When we woke
the winter’s light was just tipping
into memory,
and we were already mouthing
a new language.
We do know
how to speak it–
we do know
that our spirits are thriving now
within the chattering touch
of a truth-telling infinity
of resolve, and neither
mean tragedies nor
middle-aged anatomic acts
of gravity can bend us
from our gallivant.
They may wreak havoc,
but we will not snap.
Never in our lives have we felt
so firm
or so jittery,
or so immeasurably shimmery!
Never in our lives
have we felt ourselves so tuned
to constancy
or our two bodies so humming
that timing and aging and surrendering
be damned.



 


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