Uncle Bob prayed over the groom:
"Let him establish Kingdom principles."
Aunt Shirley prayed for the bride:
"Father, I pray an anointing on her."
"Love," said Reverend Philips,
"is insensitive, love is invalueless."
He said that we merger together
in holy matrimony,
and the choir burst into song:
"He waits for us, and waits for us."
Every day they went swimming in the pool
and rode the two water scooters.
They rented two deck chairs
and sat on the sand in the sun.
A breeze made the palm leaves whisper.
The sea is green close to shore,
further out it is blue.
The ship standing still on the horizon
makes you think of sailing away
forever with the one you love.
Jennifer ordered the roast beef platter.
Mike had the fish cakes.
"I thought you didn't like fish,"
she said. "Well," he said, "I guess you were wrong."
Tears came to her eyes. The honeymoon was over.
But then they went to their room
and everything was OK.
In the evening they went dancing
and stayed up late on the veranda
looking at the lights and the moon.
And you, hypocrite lecteur,
what makes you so superior?
From There You Are, published by Story Line Press, 1995. Copyright © 1995 by Louis Simpson. All rights reserved. Used with permission.
Born in Jamaica, West Indies, in 1923, Louis Simpson received the 1964 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for At The End Of The Open Road
Date Published: 1995-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/honeymoon