wedding announcement:

3 Jul



I marry myself, most days.

To live this way, in constant marriage,

the dreaming and the waking begin to blur.

These hands:

are they mine?

We conduct  our ceremony at  the grocery,

the doctors,

the library,

in the most reverential ways.

For music,

the wind chime display

goes off,

a beautiful crash of notes,

from an incident with my shopping cart

– oh, such wonderful mistakes.

(I know I sound either mad or pitiable

to many ears.

But those who know what I mean

meet me daily at these religious services,

where every moment is

holy play.)

Every night is my wedding night.

The honeymoon trip is just past our home, into our sky,

hugging the coastline.

I am eye to eye with this storm marching to the north –

I swallow it down – so wet and swirly.

The earth is a womb within my form –

I am pregnant with you, world.

In space, a silent suite for my wedding nights,

my eyes grow heavy so

I rest my head upon our Sun –

who whispers easy math

into my ear

from tendrils of light:

x + x = ∞ ,

the ª and º are ∪ within, and

the notions of this tiny world,

a very short dream

woken from at will.

The people of the Sun are

coming back around again –

One night out there and

we remember:  burning sun

becoming here.




11 Responses to “wedding announcement:”

  1. ~meredith July 3, 2014 at 2:52 pm #

    absolutely fabulous… oh! and your hair — i love the star-swept look. 😉

    great read… can i come with, sometime? (you have fabulous rampages…sigh) xx,~m

    • marga t. July 3, 2014 at 4:23 pm #

      Get our your daytimer and let’s pencil in for the full moon our rampage date! We can work up star-swept, werewolf do’s for our goings on! Best thing on my calendar, you know! xo! m

      • ~meredith July 3, 2014 at 9:59 pm #

        That’s a fabulous idea. My yard is rampaging like crazy, begging me to shift shape and play. ( i got the most gorgeous pair of fuchsia wings from the cone flowers for my birthday… well, and the fireflies love playing small-time tag when the fireflies do the butt glow tango, so we could stop by the tree ring tap on our way. i know there’s wings for everyone… they might even have hollyhock crinolines for twirling. i’ve heard rumours and lots of rustling today. there’s a sufi spin-off at big moon and everyone can be everything all at once, or change with the moment. let’s do!)

      • marga t. July 4, 2014 at 1:33 am #

        Well, this fairy has found her garden, at last! Oh, you are such a delight, Ms. ~m!

  2. prewitt1970 July 3, 2014 at 6:15 pm #

    It only let’s me push “like” once 😦 it’s good to hear your words again my friend.

    • marga t. July 4, 2014 at 1:31 am #

      Hey there B-Man! Have missed you round the block. So glad to see your new space and hear tell of your travels. May your paint mix and spread with ease, may your canvases mirror your visions, may your dreams lead you to new adventures, may your heart be lighter than a feather. Oye, who am I, the blessing fairy? 🙂 xo! m

      • prewitt1970 July 4, 2014 at 2:15 am #

        I’m glad your heart seems happy, that makes me smile.

  3. seeingm July 4, 2014 at 7:46 am #

    Burn lady burn as we remember we are the genie in the lamp. 🙂 -x.M

    • marga t. July 5, 2014 at 3:48 am #

      With more than 3 wishes! bimbling much magic, these days 🙂 xo!

  4. Michael July 4, 2014 at 2:11 pm #

    My words are failing me here in this storm-gulping land of perpetual matrimony. I feel like I was standing on the beach, pondering the life of a tide pool, and looked up to find myself peering into the eye of a smiling blue whale stationed happily about three feet offshore. Somehow, all the rules have changed, and all the math I once learned has run off to bury its head in the sand. Muy, muy delicioso!


    • marga t. July 5, 2014 at 4:08 am #

      And you take me to the mystery all the more with such encounters. El ojo de la ballena mira a usted – no hay matemática necesaria! Trusting the flow has been taking me to beautiful places, with serendipitous accidents, winks and nods – I’m to keep on going too; submarine, bumble bee, whale, or fairy – matters not. friend and gifter of reflection, I thank thee! m

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