Marriage by Martin Durkin

I wish my bed were a cot,
placed in the middle of an Ontario forest
on a June-lit night, till the second week of
September.
I wish my clothes were the embodiment of earth
far away from death,
in the colors of October, when everything is going home
and home for me were already here.
The poplars could be my rain
the soft white cedars a, fortress Cathedral
God would be jealous
but pleased to visit,
realizing for the first time
what His hands have created.
I wish you were here to share it all
and you are,
in return I’m realizing for the first time
why God created what He’s created.

About the Poet:

Martin Durkin is a writer currently living in Plymouth MA. To date he
has 3 books of poetry, and has been included in dozens of anthologies.
In 2025 he was published in:  Otherwise Engaged a collection of poetry
and fiction,  I’ll Get Right On It: Poems on Working Life in the
Climate Crisis by Roseway Publishing and, Strong Hands Stops Violence,
a poetry project which helps raise awareness of violence against
native women and girls. Several of his poems have been published
online by Jerry Jazz Musician, an ezine that covers everything jazz.