For Alyssa and Chris
It was not always so:
The voyage out to this sun-saturated clime
Was fraught with trepidations.
The tide ebbed
The moon hid her pallid face in the clouds
And the sun fled down the far horizon.
Other ports proved unseemly
And so you weighed anchor,
Piled on more sail and
Set out across the trackless deep,
Coming at last to a fortuitous meeting
On high swelling seas,
Gliding on in concert,
Coming at last to this safe haven.
And too, we, pendant in the rigging, cheer you on,
You who have braved much to come to this stasis,
This tranquil harbor resting beneath the starriest of skies,
And this recumbent evening as you
Anchor in each other
We rejoice. We rejoice.