Twenty years married,
Dreaming new dreams at midnight
Suspended over the valley
And stardust like freckles
In the moon-face
Of the Carolina night sky.
And in the morning,
Tall, white weeds
In a garden of humble, cheerful dahlias
As we kneel on the cold, unyielding floor
No padded kneeler or gilded anything,
Just unselfconscious voices in hymns we know.
On the same day
When an inescapable hurricane rages
And willing soldiers have been slaughtered,
We are somehow given everything:
Awash in friendship, new and old
Bound to our families, here
Or gone ahead, waiting and winking.