Wedding

 

Who can say whether

this wedding

was arranged

by the star people,

or by your own

pilgrim heart long before

our grandmothers were born?

All we know for sure

is this,

the minister,

the prayer shawl,

the loving cup,

the maid of honor

winsomely gazing

at the best man,

the canopy of tough

entangled vines,

the gentle flower girls

scattering wisteria,

even the bride and groom

dissolve, dissolve

into the swirling fire

of “I Do.”

Tonight, these grapes

become wine.

Painting by Marc Chagall