One way of being One

Let's marry on the river, you said,
in a war canoe (how appropriate!),
and so we paddled to this place,
to say our vows, and to recite
that Robert Frost poem we found,
"West-Running Brook,"
saying solemnly,
"As you and I are married to each other,
We'll both be married to this brook.
We'll build Our bridge across it" --
and so we did
--you and I and the brook --
and we've been battling and bridging
that Oneness ever since.



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