What does it mean to be
wedded to your own heart,
circumambulating
around a maple tree,
the sacred fire of longing
lit from within?
27 years ago you followed him
around a holy fire, believing
you had finally found
the missing part of yourself.
For years you deferred
to his standard,
his intelligence,
his strength,
doubting your own poetic intuition
in favor of mainstream masculinity.
Slow down and listen
for what the sacred masculine
has to teach you.
The second marriage
is a private affair.