I Do

Gems and diamonds fill my ring,

nearly big enough to symbolize

both my marriage and the moon.

It is miraculous that miracles can pardon

even the last, the wicked, the uneven–

how I was one of them

until I found someone to say, “I do.”

Promises are shaped like stars

on the pavement in dark handwriting,

only so I can see: “Will you marry me?”

To say no. Oh, to say no…

It would break both of our hearts.

I can wrestle for days about age and time

and place until an angel dives down

and hits me, square in the soul, and asks,

“Where do you come from?

The smiling devil, or the almighty God?”

December 3, 2013


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