to row the boat. I row and row and row.
I go where rivers flow. I will conjoin.
Even though and even so, firmly now
we row our boats, hands and oars conjoined.
We gently row our boats of limb and loin.
Where to and fro, beards and furrows flow.
Where white and gray clouds now conjoin.
From falling rain, follow flowing springs,
flowing song and other flowing things.
Conjoined are we, the earth and trees.
Sugar maple trees and spreading limbs,
conjoined are shes and hers, hes and hims.
Maple sap through maple taps, all
reduced to syrup spilling in our laps.
Marriage plans, for now, are out of reach.
Shrill voices of morality have spoken.
Token civil union can't quite fill the breach.
Even so, why have the two of us conjoined?
Even though, we went where we were wanted.
May eager anticipation be your morning cup of brew.
May strength and focus be your nourishing midday meal.
Work over, may satisfaction and comfort be your savory supper.
Another kiss on the keppele to hasten the angels of restful sleep.
And may chocolates be the stuff of which your sweet dreams are made.