Coronation

I waited for you
for a long time
out on that bright wave’s
ice-sharp curl
against the wind
until clouds bloomed orange
in the west
and the shoreline
disappeared.

This net of dewdrops
cast for you
requires no matching evening gown,
no shape-shifting pumpkin opulence
drawn by white steeds wrung
from the stem-cells
of house mice.

With these crown jewels,
these bubbles of light,
hands full
and wet with love
I baptize thee
in Being’s
holy presence,
wait no more for you,
nor you for me.

We stand for a long time
out where the waves disappear
in the middle of the sea
under the stars at midnight
until the carriage comes.