So lately come to it, it troubles me
when someone speaks of “marriage” as a thing
apart, abstract; some alien entity —
a separable prefix, a gold ring —
And when I hear “a marriage on the rocks”
(I’m sorry but) I cannot help but see
some murky, over-complicated cocktail
whose bitters have obscured all trace of sweet.
“How goes the marriage?” “It goes swimmingly,”
I answer, thinking, “You should ask a fish
to talk about her feelings for the sea,
the muscling of ebbs and flows, the shifts
in temperature, degrees of salt and sweet;
how, if removed from it, she couldn’t breathe.”
— Moira Egan ’92SOA
Egan has published four poetry collections. Her fifth, Hot Flash Sonnets, will be published this spring. She lives in Rome.
Links:
[1] http://magazine.columbia.edu/author/moira-egan-’92soa
[2] http://magazine.columbia.edu/issues/spring-2013
[3] http://magazine.columbia.edu/plus1/vote/1287?token=4d63cc835f27130d2d1bb5f788300128