Fidelity in marriage is often like the word humble. It is almost better unsaid because the pronouncement of it takes one out of it. This forces us to step back from it. This poem defines fidelity by its destruction.
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Marriage…
Count the rings No wait
Let me show you how a tree is not cut down
An excavator huffs black smoke growling
around the new foundation eases downhill
where a Ponderosa Pine crowds the altered landscape
There are careful considerations but it’s not a test
The bucket is raised and laid
gently against the trunk’s shoulder
the way a tired child might give in to sleep
This is not about someone
getting their way getting away
by cutting a wedge hoping things fall
just so With the slow & steady shove
of promise I am surprised nothing breaks
under pressure
or comes apart but simply falls burgeoning
strong even in the uprooting This is how we two
grew as one as if waiting for this reveal
all along Our enormous root ball
gripping fists of rock boulders Even in these last days
I see reflected in your dark pupils the sacred
move between balance & basalt the burdens of terra
confessed Treasure
hidden in simple clay an unearthing
for all to see What we cannot change
has changed us
mass we could not move
held aloft our crown
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A note to the reader: In Susan Cowger’s poetry, extra spaces between words serve as the pauses that punctuation normally provides. Capital letters denote the beginning of a new sentence.
The featured image is courtesy of Amelia M. Freidline and is used with her kind permission for Cultivating.
Poet and visual artist, Susan attends to image: water, sky, faces, flowers, and birds, oh the birds,
even rocks and pebbles, wherever beauty heals and anoints. Beauty ever provides when life feels
bereft. Susan has traveled to marvelous places worldwide and worked in Kenya with Spring of
Hope International. Now Susan and husband Dana live in Spokane WA. Married 47 years, they
have four children and 22 grandchildren (and yes, she finds that number rather shocking too).
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