metaphorrrs

    The wedding was a sort of indoor/outdoor affair, not exactly in but not completely out either, in a sort of alcove. While seated and waiting for the main event, I saw a flash from the corner of my eye. I looked up, and realized that I could see sky; there is a hole--whether by accident or design, I'll not likely know--high in the wall that we faced, above the door, above the 'altar' of flowers on crates, a man's height again above the groom's and officiant's heads.

    One last means of escape? Or a revelation that light shines through even when all seems dark and still? A metaphor for marriage, for commitment, for standing on the precipice of something...and staying? Or leaving? Which one is harder? better? more valid, important, worthy?

    Maybe that hole is just a hole. Something tells me, though, that it was supposed to be more than that for me. With a couple hundred guests around me taking pictures nonstop all evening, the only thing that I photographed was that wall. That hole. Right or wrong, I got a little stuck there.

In your light I learn how to love.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,

where no one sees you,

but sometimes I do,

and that sight becomes this art.

[Rumi]