Hitched

I learn to remember what’s it’s like to read the future

from the past this present moment seems so near

visions form under eyelids pressed with a crystal

upon the third eye for good clarity and a glass

like feel of transparency. I see glimpses of

longing at the alter, the bridegroom the only thing

in the way of eternal happiness, for now, all is right.

The feast at the reception will quench the thirst

of the deal made, more, more, more. There is a lust

for serenity on the wedding day, both parties understand.

One must not try to live without the other for far too long

Only staying stagnant. Learning takes its place among the congregation. 

Christopher Baird 2011 ©