This morning I planned to write about what is becoming an annual May event: the holding pattern. My brain kept bringing me the word "abeyance." This led to memories of a poem and a poet I studied in great depth long, long ago. I couldn't find a poem with the title I recall, "In Abeyance," but I found this one. I thought I understood it when I was twenty. I didn't. Not at all.
The Ache of MarriageDenise Levertov (1923 - 1997)The ache of marriage:thigh and tongue, beloved,are heavy with it,it throbs in the teethWe look for communionand are turned away, beloved,each and eachIt is leviathan and wein its bellylooking for joy, some joynot to be known outside ittwo by two in the ark ofthe ache of it.