Wedding
Poem
I was outside on your
wedding day and the sun
engaged me in a conversation
of your union.
The sun said that at 6-30
or thereabouts the heavens
including the sky and the
stars (and moving planets
and all your ancestors and
the dead people you used to
know) would stop at six
thirty on your wedding day.
The sun said that
a bunch of angels would
float like suspended asteroids
around this frozen
solar system looking
down at 6 30 and that
all the former popes
in a special corner of
heaven would lift their
hands in unction tonight
at six 30 and by the
size of your smiles and the
sighs inside this room
I believe that this is so.
Delivered September 10, 1994 in the Gold Room of the Congress Hotel
Chicago
© 1995 Daniel X. O'Neil
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