Song For A Bride - Gwynn O'Gara

[Larry Robinson]

Song For A Bride

There is nothing like it

Beloved, a good man purring at your breast
the cellar full of groats and salt
your future brewing like soup on the stove

You learn about proportion
and the language your lover dreams in

Exploring the landscape you will age in
you send your boats our, low in the water
with the bulk of your history
quick and shimmery with delight

Sometimes his boats come to you so weighted down
you go on strike until he unloads them himself
or your heart cracks open enough to let him in

Sometimes on unmarked anniversaries
of the first time you understood each other
or his first appearance in your dreams
your boats sail off together
no longer servants but envoys
meeting and going off on their own

	- Gwynn O'Gara