Wedding 57

Marriage is the river
Muddy, broad or slow
Or maybe bright and laughing
With ripples as you go—

It takes the miles from source to mouth
No matter what the distance
Flowing through the gullies
The paths of least resistance

But as you sail your river
Do you fear the sky?
Hoping it will rain or not-
And if it doesn’t, why?

Or do you watch the water
With sparkles in the light
Accepting what is here and now
And finding that delight—
Rivers flood and rivers fail but some keep flowing through
And blessed are those rare couples that sail as well as you.