in the morning
the thin veil to spirit
glimmers far off in pre-dawn
I am awake
wide river awake
to a new husband’s bloodline
passing through my heart beats
a momentous pulse
(anticipation)
residing in my breath
and out of my skin
the morning is light
I am valleys and mountains
on earth and reaching
for all the spirits that come, wishing
me well, coming as blood, this day
my wedding
