that day (7) – dinner time

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 drinks

and chats

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.

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