the camera
wed our souls
that day
beneath the crabapple tree
the camera
it bore witness
through the blossoms’ canopy
the camera
clicked and captured
what no one else could see
that our spirits
eternally
were destined to be free
it snapped and shuttered and joined us
connected at the roots
but not in tether
yet together
and knowing each one’s truth
that we this day
and ever more
like once before
would go about
expanding out
never in doubt
that we were here
to soar