A Maul for Bill and Cindy’s Wedding

Swung from the toes out, Belly-breath riding on the knuckles, The ten-pound maul lifts up, Sails in an arc overhead, And then lifts you! It floats, you float, For an instant of clear far sight— Eye on the crack in the end-grain Angle of the oak round Stood up to wait to be split. The maul falls—with a sigh—the wood Claps apart and lies twain— In a wink. As the maul Splits all, may You two stay together.