Because I'm thinking a lot about both marriage and living in a new house, a poem to restart Poetry Tuesdays by Margaret Atwood, called Habitation.
Habitation
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.
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