Wiltshire wedding

The thing about us,
you once whispered
along with love and freckles,
is that we wish the same landscapes.

Hanging dusty out of the train window
we’re looking for the same swimming spot,
arriving independently on a hill side
we’d make camp in the same situation.

When we met I suppose we recognised suddenly our selves,
admired beautiful shades of green and blue
saw eye-to-eye on the relative merits of continents.
Knew how to finish one another’s expeditions.

The next day
I cried like an island exile
who, pacing early as usual,
spies rigging down in the bay.
Alex, will you take this woman?
Clara, will you take this man?
It’s time to slip anchor
my love,
where shall we go?

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