Before this wedding, prior to my day
Of matrimony, I viewed marriage as
A simple piece of cake, a negligee
In disarray, a long life on Alcatraz.
I'd witnessed others walk this path, their legs
Like jelly, their itchy eyes gooped up with tears;
My own eyes rolled: I'd've rather brewed the dregs
Of rue than suffered through such atmospheres.
But now, having stood before the ocean
And the sky, having said "I do" beneath
A chupah, over yellow-petaled blooms,
Now I understand how swelling motions
Lift one's pride, how now I can bequeath
My bride a blessing from a grateful groom.
