Epithalamion: Isaac’s sonnet for Rebecca

Perhaps your presence has carried me back

to a time that was simpler and true?

Or maybe you took me to heaven,

a place known only to you?

Did you take me inside of myself,

through the tender tunnel of memory,

pulling the pearl out of my shell,

touching the tensions that closed me?

Well, somewhat. We met on the same road

leading out of a damaged land;

and we walked with each other,

sharing the past and suggesting the path:

a smile, a joke, recognition,

an embrace, understanding, a kiss.

2006