Wedding rehearsal

I wait for the rehearsal this afternoon. The wedding itself is Saturday afternoon.  I have a parade of wedding memories, some of which bear repeating... some not.

All the clergy

Are out of town

For the weekend

Except for me

So this one is mine.

I wear a collar

To remind myself

This is part of what

I am ordained

To do.

I remember past rehearsals.

I have a thirty year collection

Of stories.

We all do,

The ones who vacation

And me.

We all do.

This one, however,

Is mine.