Questions for a wedding’s eve

“Oh, you’ll know,” they all said,

and smiled their wise smiles,

all the same.

But how?

Will it come to me as a blazing arrow piercing my heart?

Or will it creep up on me slowly,

like a prowler in my darkened home

as I sleep?

“Don’t worry — you’ll know.”

But when?

Will I be too young to recognize it?

Or will I be too old to believe?

“It will just feel right.”

But what’s right?

Will it be the comfort of a down quilt on a frosty morning?

Or will it be the excitement of leaping from a trestle

hoping that rubberband around you doesn’t snap?

“Oh, you’ll just know.”

But I don’t — and I fear I never will —

and I think they lied.

@marginatrix