I came to your wedding uninvited. You have known the groom for three years, and I have known you three hours. With him you have traveled the world. With him you have seen hundred-year-old sea turtles circle your anchored schooner along the Great Barrier Reef, fed Atlantic puffins upon the rocky fields at the Cliffs of Moher, tasted freshly picked lechosa near Angel Falls, heard the thunder of bighorn sheep head-butting in the Grand Canyon, lost your breath at the radiance of the aurora borealis in Akureyri. With him an Indian Chief in Acoma explained the oneness of the earth and humanity, a Buddhist Lama in a Tibetan gompa described the sanctity of the balep he fed you, a Wiradjuri elder by the Wambuul River told of the secrets of the sun and the moon, a Yanomami Pata ThΓ«pΓ« in Brazil summoned the spirits of rain forest creatures.
But in three hours, I, no longer a stranger to you, foreshadowed all these moments. I laid at your feet the mysteries of life. Yes, just for the unbearable delight of looking into your eyes, touching your cheek, holding your hand. You would not have gone with him to these places and listened to those wise leaders if it were not for my urging. I beheld you, beheld you, beheld you, penniless, rich with passion and desire, not of the flesh but of the spirit. Is that not what you wanted? We met years ago, but I have never forgotten those three hours with you. I have always been with you. Your union with him may endure, but your bond with me is of stone. We get one chance in this world. You were mine.
You know I am here, don't you? And I know you won't approach me, though your husband will eject me from your wedding without ever knowing who I am. You won't approach me because you know my answer will be the same as when I walked up to you at the start of our three hours together years ago when you were standing alone on the Croisette, or was it the Grand Canal, or was it the Chillon Castle, when you asked me, "Why did you come here?"