The unknown bride
Behind the veil, like shadows on the moon,
her eyes dark above waiting cheeks and lips,
the unknown bride arrives, collapsing space
and time – focusing all the world on her;
mystery still, after each thousand years.
A father felt he knew the girl at last,
until this moment came. Behind the veil
she is apart, that special place between
old lives and new potentialities.
Pity both father and the naked groom
(it is not fair, this deal, this power, her light);
ski poles to her great slalom of delight.
Possibly a meditation on recent weddings, but intended as more general reflection I think. Submitted to Poets United.