I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich rich silence of the church, the little white slave-girl in her diamond fronds. In aisle and arch the satin secret collects. United for life to serve silver. Possessed.
Copyright © 2019 by Orlando White. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on November 21, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.