the honeymoon

her tea brown
eyes,
weak now,
a thin broth of vision,
blinking
with
questions, confusion.
they were bright once,
alive
with young wonder.
here,
look at this picture
of her in
san diego
wearing a wide brimmed
sombrero,
sitting round
on her curled black hair.
she was happy then,
perhaps,
at least for that one
snap of a lens
capturing her in the California
sunshine.
before children,
a wedding ring,
stiff and gold,
newly
awkward on her finger.