Asters Under a Hunter's Moon

Photo: Jamie K. Reaser

In bold defiance of nothing

we convene under a Hunter’s Moon,

white asters blooming

thighs to ankles,

a wedding train

that spans the width of this trail

and down the Path

eternally.

Life proposed at conception,

but it has taken me

decades to yield to

my worthiness as a blushing bride.

The owl says, “Who?”

And I declare, “me” -

Committing to an inextricable partnership

with the World

at the altar

of a humble and privileged

embodiment.

This breath says, “Yes.”

And so does this one.

© 2011-2013/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life." (http://www.hiraethpress.com)