the wedding

the traffic stops
for a while.
we sit in our cars and wait,
as the church ahead
lets out a crowd.
finally
you can see the bride
and groom
at the top of the stairs,
their faces
unlined by life,
her in a brilliant white
dress,
him in black, with buttons
and white shirt.
they smile broadly,
waving
to family and friends,
each dressed
in their sunday best.
the sky is blue
as far as the eye can see,
and the birds sing
sweetly,
for now