So we decided to marry,
put our clothes in the same closet,
eat off the same dishes, sleep
night after night together, care
about each other’s memories
and children. It was hard to do,
after the years we’d both grown dull
scabs over our hearts. After years
thinking our parents were wrong
about marriage, after years of practice
moving one foot at a time into sadness.
But it was spring and sap flowed again
in each of us like some maple
had lifted its eyes, suddenly seeing sun.
So we decided to marry. This morning,
brushing our teeth at the same sink,
we give thanks for our 29 springs.