Wedding Picture Timetrips
the magic of the simple word “together”…
Hot, bright day. Clasped hands. A loving newfoundland,
panting, garlanded, guards bride and groom. Young man
grins in trimmed red whiskers, as the young woman,
baby’s breath held in black hair, smiles bright as light,
white teeth, daises and wedding dress together.
Three, circled by green and flowers, full of life.
Too soon the old shaggy dog leaves their new life.
They bury her near sea, on family land,
the deep loss the first one they feel together.
Their new daughter makes them three again. The man
and woman make a baby of their light,
from simple loving, one day to be a woman.
That birth is long, time stretched with pain. The woman
paces, breathes, waits, pushes, pants, screams, pushes life
through her ripped body, brings it into soft light,
through water into air, first breaths, then to land
within nestling arms, suckling sweet milk. The man
stands rapt, bowed within love and strength together.
