Epithalamion on Fire Island

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Having watched the gulls gather and fly off Over a sea as wrinkled as old cloth

Having opened the lid and tipped the sudden air Having pushed and plunged with your dolphin parents there

Having spent a spring on an hour of earth keeping a level eye with the eye of the worm

Having wandered to the heart of the wind and heard it talk the way a candle makes you want to talk

Having made something out of something you have broken Having felt happiness explode and double,

What is beauty other than what we love Floating the heart, unanchored, rising and falling

The burn of salt, the hole inside the weather The shape of water hiding in the water

Performing miracles of light and space And holding your hand and running into the waves