You look into each other’s eyes
in the ebb and flow of your wedding waltz.
Lifts throw your dress swirling into the air.
Dips fling legs and arms in opposite directions.

The room stops to watch, rapt
by your abandon. In your thrall, we start kissing
as we dance. Cameras cannot capture
your elation. We clap in unison.

The band plays “Sweet Caroline”
and “Wagon Wheel” and all break into song
circling you, sending their bodies akimbo
until the crunch of the final chords.

Was your heart spinning when you lay down
that night? Were you still singing along
to “Dancing Queen” Were you able to hear
the rain falling on the canvas of your cabin?