Union

We met under a full moon
reestablishing itself in the night sky
near the end of an eclipse.

Each full moon we marry anew
month after month
and this is enough.

The courthouse archives no paperwork.
No church congregation heard our vows.
No broom was jumped. No handfasting.

We feel a composed sense of fitting,
of joining in love
with the fullness of light.


copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney

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