Wedding Ring

Sideways hail on morning windows

storm-warning

the lights are on round the lake

blinking over stirred waters

Red Kestrel calling hauntingly

Exhausted, like hung-over in some way

another wedding celebration

oh you wild and voracious wife

Earth

a wedding ring forged again

pale blue stone in a setting of pure iron

Leaving for you at dusk yesterday

crisp and honest the mid-October morning

sweet and salty

skin and hair and iris

renewing vows

Renewing vows

I heard you whisper in myriad tongues

a hopelessly love-drunk conversation

my walking-my breathing

oh how we whispered together roguishly

into the great weaving

The air was perfect

to dig a little hole with my heel

to dig a little whole with my soul-heel

into your moist dark soil

and lay my heart there onto soft ground

Renewing vows

forging that ring again

May every breath be a joyous frivolous word for you

May every deed support a weaving tendency

the task is not to withstand the darkness

but to go there

and navigate by your lantern