Soon, soon
Revising the wedding I am to perform next week, the sheer simplicity of certain elements of life strikes me. That unfettered awe of our youth that dropped our jaws & stood us up before our futures as if before the gaping cusp of some endless landscape of unimaginable contour, that slow struggle in which our faithful naivetĂ© collides against our impregnable sense of maturation, our endless longings, the thrum & thrill of love & love enduring. It seems suddenly the same thing, drawn out from cradle to coffin, a kind of furious desire that knows not where to lay its head. That we learn along the way is hardly disputable, but that we come to know is something else entire. Love offers us the same wonder that youth did—a comparably powerful ally that we can no more readily define for its enduring presence than we could any of the fleeting moments of our pasts. It is wonder invested, I think; a kind of lineated awe, but awe nonetheless. Right now, I wait for my fiancĂ©e to return h