We sit near the window. A bouquet on the table
previews the colors of the ceremony.

His family is caught in a downpour.
They bustle in a few minutes late,

his father wearing an umbrella, floppy hat
and jacket, his sister bringing her brother a new belt.

We share anticipation as well as a meal
of antipasti and steelhead trout. Nobody

has time to explore the greenhouse in the back.
His unruffled mother asks the tricky question

of us all: How do you feel? After the rain,
an alert server volunteers to snap a photo

of our new configuration, a realignment
of the future on the shiny pavement.