Anniversary Sonnet

Its chosen course a hurried, frantic search,

While nestled in the river's rocking hands

A boat so small and made of just frail birch.

And though it holds just these two it seems

There is enough to fill the endless sea

With all they keep: their love, their hopes, their dreams,

Their very soul secured in unity.

And, yes, their trip is wrought with peril great,

Their small canoe must face the rapid's test,

While heaven pours each tempest it creates

Down in the path they follow on this quest.

But they survive, their strength in harmony

And all the while they paddle to the sea.