A Poem for Cris and Mike

Like a feather falling in a storm, love has its own currents

These currents have no mind, no choices, no set path

We know not when we will be swept into the tempest

Taken on an unexpected journey to a destination brighter than the last

But when that feather settles itself, when it finally connects with the world

We call that home

 

Disclaimer: This poem was written on the day of, and for, the wedding of my friends Cris and Mike.

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