|Let us please learn new words that mean as much as direction: wife.
That single cryptic line is the complete text of a poem by Richard Brautigan that I first read almost forty years ago. I still don’t quite get it, but for some reason it’s always struck me as hauntingly beautiful. And, following a momentous weekend, it feels like the right thing to post today.
Edited to add: Apparently this post was as cryptic as the poem. One commenter writes:
You make it sound like you would like to get married but have not taken all necessary steps.
In fact, I took all the necessary steps this weekend. It was a lovely wedding.