Our lives are marked by births and marriages and funerals,
and the people that move in and out of our conscious worlds. Most of these
people intersect with us only in brief moments. We are participants in a larger
universe where our perspectives are unique and share common ground with others
only in accidental congruence.
The major events that define the lives of our friends almost
always start and finish without us .We are
part of the crowd that makes life real for them, but then we spin off in
different directions coming back together only as pieces in a play without a
script.
Sometimes it is hard to tell what is real at these
intersecting events. Have we been here before? Does everything seem familiar?
Is this part of that dream that seemed so real a few years or weeks ago.
Weddings are the strangest. We usually know just one of the
two individuals. And the odds are that half will end in divorce. Yet the event
is filled with the romantic optimism that represents the beginnings of new
lives. And we drink and dance and hope that this will be a time when two people
will find a partner to share their journey across this earth.
The Wedding
(copyright Glenn K. Currie, 2014) is about one of those events.
The Wedding
The line between here
and there
Seems so thin.
I wonder sometimes if
I cross
Back and forth,
And never know it.
People seem to
disappear
For so many years
And then return,
Recounting their
journey
In the time it takes
To wait in a drink
line
At a wedding.
Perhaps I have slept
Through my hours on
Earth
Only to wake to
memories
Translucent as air.
Warm breaths that
ride a breeze
Blowing through a
bipolar world
Of whispers and shouts.
Conversations
Of life and death,
Tossed off
Like so many gin and
tonics.
I sit and watch
A young couple take
vows
In a gathering
That will never be
duplicated
Yet occurs all the
time.
I wonder who I will
see
When some of us meet
again.
Or will my journey
Never again intersect
With those who move
From here to there.
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