Another wedding

Should get payed for it,

impromptu wedding planner.

Even from Spain I arrange

the white jubilation. Caught

the plane and stepped into another mosh pit

of photographs and bridesmaids.

I roll up my sleeves and shoulder

the familiar plunge of my stomach.

So happy for you, so happy for her.

So happy to save my special day for next year,

next decade,

next life.

It’ll be more special then, a world-wide affair.

I almost don’t care.

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But as the cake is cut I feel the slice—

another wedding is pulling into town

like it stole it, warrants already printed,

wanted signs posted.

Whose? Who knows.

Any adventure

The misery along the coast

is contagious, the seas of people

lounging under the same umbrella,

sipping the same drink

as they flip the next page

of the same novel—Amazon recommends.

So off I go, without a salute,

into the deep blue in search of you.

The world’s widest roads, fastest cars

pale to the speed of my mind.

Adventure gnaws at my bones

like a dog, begs to go on a walk,

not come back. The grains of sand shift

slow and deep, a lifetime to move an inch,

a foot. The wilderness of the ocean

is rough, the waves dancing and plunging,

carrying me with it like the strange hand of fate.