Meditations on Marriage

a poem

Author's Note: Over the past 6 months I’ve started and been working on several essays, including a thank-you-and-reflection essay marking the one year anniversary of my Substack and thanking you: all my readers and supporters. Those essays are not yet ready in part because of the many wonderful things happening in my life. So in the meantime, enjoy this piece: inspired, in part, by the comments of a friend many, many years ago, and not necessarily a final draft on the topic but definitely reflective of recent meditations.

Once upon a time
amidst a cloud of ganja smoke
	the smooth-faced dread threw his head back and laughed
		Jah Rastafari!
		me cyaan compete wid white Jesus no
		sisters keep calling him even tho him neva show up 

How reassuring 
                in a fantastical way 
	to love the one who 
                never materializes
		the one whose image is never scarred by 
			snoring 
			scolding
			short-tempered-ness
			forgetfulness
				not even flatulence

How lovely not to have to
	train
		(or is it tame?) 
	communicate needs
        observe patterns
        learn rhythms  
	        of a whole
	        other
	        Human

	What Would Jesus Do? 
		DEFinitely option D