I sit dazed
from taking hand to wine glass,
and glass to mouth.

Here I be,
at a wedding dinner
knowing just one.
Where voices of chatter hit ears
generating little interest.

I sit gorging myself in memories
of when I naively stood
at matrimonies door
and glass is re-filled
once again.

"For better or worse," they echoed,
as I held my glass to match others
and drank wishing them well.
As I held glass wondering,
where my own wedding vows went.

Perhaps they were drowned in my wine glass
with those dreams.
No matter,
for I learned to swim again
and now I am an Olympian
making my way in new waves of dreams.