A wedding is earth and water and a species of irreducible light and the flat belly of a harbor and a mango about to ripen and fall into gravity's caress and the waves subsiding and resuming their concerto in a minor key and the rush hour canceled by the stun of auspicious beginnings.
Mark McMorris (2003). “The Blaze of the Poui: Poems”, p.69, University of Georgia Press
