We Do

Connubial Bliss is Contagious.

for years we dug in,

alone to our solitary devices;  

podded,

we adjusted to dim screen-light,

the voice inside our heads telling us to stay calm

and the sky is falling!

if memory serves

wasn’t joy like an electric surge?

remind us!

throw a wedding

music, dance floor, full table,

our selves flagrantly public.

please know

we get will get it all wrong.

we will overshare into exhaustion

in the swelter of a southern city we will dive headlong into hugs

a rich mash-up of pastpresentfuture,

memories stirred from a common cup.

witness

a shining couple so bright that

transfixed, we slip into the human fray

breathing in every molecule of this space,

inhale the welcome din

grateful for the push into the whoop of being there

in the living, breathing moment,

reminded of love;

how it can set even an interrupted universe

spinning again.