My husband and I got married 13 years ago tomorrow on July 14, 2001 -- Bastille Day, and also the last day of the Running of the Bulls in Pamplona. It seems fitting, especially as of late, that we said 'I do' while thousands of adrenaline junkies ran with wild animals (that at any minute could kill them) through the streets of Spain. Cheers to us for making it this far, and cheers to all of you who also try! I think we're fucking incredible! 😉
Running with the bulls, ya marriage is kinda like that
I said 'I do'
On a day people (by choice)
run along side animals
who can,
at any minute,
maim, kill, or eat
them.
Adventure seeking
Fools, I tell you!
Marriage is kinda like that.
We CHOOSE
to jump in with all of our hearts
and run
freaked out and thrilled through streets
Together
regardless of the weather,
or safety ratings,
full speed into each other,
Hoping
to make
it out safely
and alive
with all of our limbs and
all of our parts.
We tease each other.
We flash and flaunt
red scarves in one another's faces and say hey!
Look at me!
Are you angry?
Is this working?
Do you feel like chasing and stabbing me,
and making me bleed?
We know there will be casualties, and wars, but we also know the beauty of the reward
And we see
all we really need
is for
something so dangerous
to feel safe,
for the bull in all of us
to stop running once in awhile
and
put our rage
And
need to be right,
aside
And stand upright
face to face with the one
who makes us more frustrated than anyone
and say
Okay.
I'll play this silly
Fucked up game
because it's one that's always been played.
In the name of tradition, I will chase and be chased,
I will run.
But,
when this madness is done,
and we're alone
And the crowds have gone home,
Let's make amends.
Let's be friends.
Let's dance together
without intentionally
stepping on
each other's
toes.
Let's both win in the end.
No comments:
Post a Comment