from her loving husband

Not every marriage
can be blamed
on heaven
or attributed
to heaven's
healing grace
but ours, my love
attests to
many angels
doing their job
arranging
time and place
and circumstance
so you and I
could meet
at the first moment
we could both
be there
open to all
the loving possi-
bilities
our hearts and minds
and bodies
could explore
first I had
to play my native
flute for you
An ploy of which
I knew Coyote
would approve
and then you had
to show me
you could wrestle
my broken rib
a token
of our love
though we were still
too new to know
the whole of it
or what the higher
powers had
in mind
it wasn't long
before we felt
the truth of it
and now I'm first
to say the gods
were kind