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