Two Loons on the Bow,
When tonight you gape your startled eyes up to the strangeness of Calgary,
Overlooking your own dark refuge a string of electric pearls--
Do you know?
That you paddle upstream also that milky whorl of stars,
That you are babes in the cosmos not far from God;
And when you serenely assure each other,
That in your call is the perfection of Marriage made obvious.