poem for Tues.

[Joan Winokur]

Another wedding poem… joan

                                Love’s Journey

He extended his arm to his side,

fingers looking for mine.

We were just going to walk

across the room, yet somehow

he needed to hold my hand,

as though we had to attach,

connect, share

even a simple moment like walking

across the room

to the other side — to the other side

of the world — a journey

to a new world, 

one that we would make ours.

Joan Heller Winokur