Another wedding


    Should get payed for it,


    impromptu wedding planner.


    Even from Spain I arrange


    the white jubilation. Caught


    the plane and stepped into another mosh pit


    of photographs and bridesmaids.


    I roll up my sleeves and shoulder


    the familiar plunge of my stomach.


    So happy for you, so happy for her.


    So happy to save my special day for next year,


    next decade,


    next life.


    It’ll be more special then, a world-wide affair.


    I almost don’t care.


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    But as the cake is cut I feel the slice—


    another wedding is pulling into town


    like it stole it, warrants already printed,


    wanted signs posted.


    Whose? Who knows.


    Any adventure


    The misery along the coast


    is contagious, the seas of people


    lounging under the same umbrella,


    sipping the same drink


    as they flip the next page


    of the same novel—Amazon recommends.


    So off I go, without a salute,


    into the deep blue in search of you.


    The world’s widest roads, fastest cars


    pale to the speed of my mind.


    Adventure gnaws at my bones


    like a dog, begs to go on a walk,


    not come back. The grains of sand shift


    slow and deep, a lifetime to move an inch,


    a foot. The wilderness of the ocean


    is rough, the waves dancing and plunging,


    carrying me with it like the strange hand of fate.