Sunday, December 30, 2012


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

where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far
we are learning to make fire

by Margaret Atwood

1 comment:

materfamilias said...

mmmmmm, she really knows how to put words together, that Atwood. . . . sticky words . . .