an elaborate map
lit up by tiny lights
directed us toward our tables and seats
at dinner time.
and sitting down beneath the tent,
my growling insides reminded me
to feed my own and the other soul.
how vastly more alive I felt
moving through my wedding day
at eight months pregnant and round
and this little lady making herself known to me
so clearly and cheekily and swell.
we lavished on three courses
and our neighborhood
until the sun had traveled on
and was now sitting on the horizon.
our joint prayer of gratitude
for this ubiquitous abundance
simmered, lingered and stayed.