Think Poetry on Valentine's Day and any number of great poets will come to
mind: Byron, Browning, Dickinson, Rumi, Plath, Neruda, Shakespeare...
What poet hasn't written about love and the kaleidoscopic journey you begin
the moment it claims you. What other sentiment
can arrive at your door on the brightest of days and yet at the same time carry with it the darkest of shadows?
I've
chosen a simple poem today by one of my favorite authors, Margaret Atwood. I love her symbolism of love and
marriage and the recognition that love is a journey.
Happy
Valentine's Day.
Habitation
Margaret
Atwood
Marriage is not
a house or even a tent
it is before that, and colder:
the edge of the forest
the edge of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcorn
the edge
of the receding glacier
where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far
this far
we are
learning to make fire
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