We are married to the Earth,
Yet there have been moments
We have taken each other for granted.
Rarely do we talk
About the first time we met.
Our heads nuzzled in deep field grass,
No one around for miles,
Warm hay-scented air wafting
Over hills, and the sense
We could live right there,
Protected in a nest of grass,
Observing like a god
The miniature trees
And darkened, secret houses of bended grass,
Forever.
Sometimes she acts like I’m not even there.
She’ll turn over when we’re asleep
And all hell will break loose,
Whole cities will be razed to the ground,
Her outstretched arms rise up
In an avalanche, throwing boulders
Into a valley
Like our child
Skipping rocks across a dry creek bed.
And then silence,
The memory of rage gone
Like nothing ever happened.
Blithe spring winds blow
As if the cruelty of winter
Was only a bad dream.
Her maddening denial
Of the past, surpassed
Only by her celebration of the present,
And I am reminded why
We fell in love, why
I fell in love with her.
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