Saturday September 23, 2017
from a text
You stand on the edge of a hill.
You take in the vista.
Maybe the sun is rising.
Maybe your mother is somewhere close by
And your sister
And her daughter.
And almost all of the women you love
Gathered around a fire.
A black river rushes close by.
You will marry your love today.
Yes. You will marry your love today.
You tie the sash of your dress and
The sun whispers about the past and the future.
You laugh because you’re unwrapping each minute.
Eighty seven voices sing you into being
Sing you across the threshold.