Sandy Longhorn

Marriage Song in Summer

                        ~for CHW

Each morning as I tie the curtains back, I pray
to gods who rule from large, bright spaces:
Make this a house of plenty and of light. 

July’s brilliant heat floods in with the sun.
What lambent light is this that plays
across the face of my beloved? 

It is a licking flickering that casts him not in bronze
or silver, but in white gold creased in places
by the smithy’s thumb.  I hum 

delighted as the day fills, as the heat builds.
I walk through these bright-lit rooms,
fearless of the labor set before us. 

Each evening as I loose the curtains, I pray
to all the gods:  Keep any plague away
from this house of plenty and of light.