by Laurinda Lind 

What We See at the Wedding
with Ray Petersen

Communal spirit
in and through
the small feast,
flies and snakes
in the wedding grass,
so many separate
souls hand in hand.
The surprising
blessed skies,
the shaky singing,
some of us pray
a prayer it is said
will sweeten
the waters. What
is the word, always
love, what is union,
always a reunion.
Where do we go
when we walk
in circles, we
all come home.




Set the last
loaded lines back
behind you so
you can become

Step out
from the steep sleep
that swallowed
your dreaming.

This one land
as raw as you
that rose once
was only the inside
of another whale.


Photo by Jessica Johnston on Unsplash