A Wedding Guest

 

 

We stayed just outside Cana, which is actually

a very pretty town, although the military

seemed to be everywhere. The weather on the day

was perfect – I wore my new papyrus shoes –

and the bride looked absolutely radiant

(her dress cost a small fortune). They did choose

to serve the best wine last, after a slight delay

but the customs they have here are different,

as Zach explained. Still, it did seem rather odd,

as did that young man (the woman by his side

his mother, I believe) who spoke to the stewards;

so quiet and assured as they fussed over the ewers.

The group with him were whispering about a sign:

a rough lot, they were. But the wine tasted divine.