On the day that marriage was honored equally
I got into a bit of a debate with
A young minister
About the context of things
About how it would make sense
To know what a forest is before you decide you can see through it
Context was revealed
But I’m sure he only saw through it
Trees compose a forest just like people compose a marriage
And weddings are forests in autumnal garb
Brilliantly reflecting sunlight as newness fades
And people thrive in the context of love
No matter the clothes they put on
Or the measure of their melanin
Or the fault in their constellations
We are and have always been zodiacs.
Dusted destinies and big bangs
We are and have alway been celestial bodies that will die long before our light fades
From forests riddled by winter
From forests lacking petty concerns like
people sleeping together
night after night
We are both trees my brother,
But I would never vote to prevent your forest
So long as it grows and nurtures
I see your forest, my brother
I see your forest
Yet, you begrudge me mine