Beyond The Bridal Veil
He watches the field sparrowsbrowse among weeds and pine needles. The fir tree
has spilled its share of sewing pins. Scattered
on the grass, they’re no longer useful
for tucking fragrance in the wind. Yet, his bride
will gather and place them near her altar.
She tells him they’re essential -- used for fitting wings
on her torso. A pair she cut from the sky
one transparent day
when spirits could enter or leave the earth.
Each season, She goes on pilgrimageto her green homeland. Her body stays at rest
but her soul flies beyond the hills; and he is left owning
a mannequin in a white dress. Light
slides through her hair like a slender snake
through water. So beautiful, he’s afraid of touching it.
Yet, after three sunrises -- he knows she will return.Her pills left on the dresser, smooth and round
as sea stones. Untouched by a changeling’s hand.