June 6, 2003 |
On His Wedding
Rising
early as if for a duel, seconded
By a best
man, I wake to sky that’s bleu céleste,
Rented
tails, and fresh anxiety, but bride
And
groom do not turn backs to pace. We
Collide
at an altar, as though it was a super-
Conductor. As old Wagner marches
You up
the aisle, my awe wells up at what is
Brought
in: veiled, molecular, still flowing out.
Your
entrance is an atomic favour, for witnesses
Observe
us, met here not to cut, but sew space
Rent in
multi-fabrics. Our cells push and pull,
Mysterious
as that new-smashed meson X(3872).
Side-by-side,
apart, like shadow and
Direct
flame crossing to overlap, as a rosy flower
Sometimes
is mistaken for its name.
June 6, 2003
by Todd Swift
Comments
Many congratulations! Ours is on July 3rd but I don't remember too much about our wedding as people were buying me drinks all day long.
Best wishes from Simon