Today, yesterday, years ago…
I had a voice, a strong female, estrogen filled to the brim,
But a leather-bound 1611 KJV slapped hard till
I couldn’t speak above a whisper then
Silence. Voiceless and adrift
In testosterone oceans
Of those who tried speaking for me
Then, a man in a black suit, teary eyed
Stood waiting for me down the narrow aisle
Between pews and stained glass
With eyes watching, hearts joined.
He awoke my voice, my strong female,
Estrogen filled to the brim voice,
From its Silence
So we two could talk
Our lives fold up like a Swiss Army knife.
We cut and twist and open
Working side by side
Different and same
In one plastic red case.
We’re just a bunch of tools.
We slip into the night
Day weary, work slogged
Bodies grasping for rest.
There below the picture windows,
Dishes piled high from supper,
Shut the door, ignore the unwashed sock tower
Dangerously close to toppling over.
Slip off towards living room and sofa
To weave our mundaneness
Into stories and dreams and lives.
Half sunk into cushions,
We mingle parts of ourselves into every word
Until we can’t recognize our separate tales–
Our story so intertwined into a unified plot
Pushing us toward forever.
But isn’t this how marriage works–
Two become one, equals and friends,
Spinning our stories from
You and me into us and we?
Today’s post is in celebration of Mutuality Week 2012 hosted by blogger and friend Rachel Held Evans. We are writing about how we egalitarians do this marriage thing, this equality thing, this mutuality thing. As a poet-writer, I bring my offering as poetry. Go and read several of the amazing posts, link up with the syncroblog, and follow the hashtag #Mutuality2012.
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