Bright as Weddings
Seems the same as yesterday but hasn’t
The sun put on earrings? Haven’t those clouds
Filled their bellies? Looking at you is like
Seeing the World from space, void-surrounded,
Impossible to ignore eternity.
My love can’t be wrested from death, in your
Laugh I hear bones rattling, the tide flows past
Your mouth, instinct pulls you away, in your
Laugh I hear a moan, a whisper of Spring.
Desire sweeps us from sand and rages us
Into ocean, immersion we can’t shake,
At the bottom we can die happily.
In your laugh I hear stones and stones piled a mile
On top of our wreckage, bright as weddings.
T. Baskerville Rowland is a poet from Cleveland OH. His writing has been published in the Lakewood Observer and The Post (Athens OH). He graduated from Ohio University with a B.A. in Economics and is currently obsessed with Richard Siken’s poetry collection, Crush. When he is not busy with work (or tinkering with verse), he enjoys playing chess and making up fairy tales.
