when the light changed

Mar 11

Curlers in, typewriter clicking, desert light slipping through the rock
getting ready never looked so unapologetically them.
Retro glamour in a place carved by time,
soft laughter echoing off rock,
love already alive before the dress,
before the vows.

Sometimes the moment is this:
curlers, grit, lipstick and dust
becoming, not performing.
Wild and tender,
beautifully out of place,
and exactly right.