july, the month of rain
for my garden, weeding
and for pairs, wedding
homily to couples
for my preaching, i say
but this was indeed with much difference
a blending of two souls in open presence
overlooking the pyramid
not in egypt
but one of the rockies
on side of the canadian
beside the maligne canyon
with creek and waterfalls for music
the summer sun providing the light
and the warmth much needed
among frozen relationships gone too cold
but will they give birth to a child
like the mountain goat
with no veterinarians around
that query is from the soft-spoken
black-billed magpie
and clark’s nutcracker
as the columbian ground squirrel
on her toes, stand to witness the union
and will that child
survive the intrusion
the invasion
of her privacy in this world
of excessive cameras
