Here Are The People
Before vows & ceremony, an orchestra tunes into a spire of harmony,
or a tree becomes its zenith in a quiet city square. Let this day beat
through vessels & vowels, stronger than the last, longer than the next,
as we beam our best into your matrimony, to feel reflected back from its apex:
sunlight glinting off a sundial's gnomon; the strawberry's cardiatric form.
Toots, stem, leaves & flower. Lungs, throat, lips & word.
In the making of the whole. The making of us all.
by Tom Ironmonger