Most Like an Arch This Marriage – John Ciardi

Most like an arch—an entrance which upholds
And shores he stone-crush up the air like lace.
Mass made idea, idea held in place.
A lock in time. Inside half-heaven unfolds.

Most like an arch—two weaknesses that lean
Into a strength. Two fallings become firm.
Two joined abeyances become a term
Naming the fact that teaches fact to mean.
Not quite that? Not much less. World as it is,
what’s strong and separate falters. All I do
at piling stone on stone apart from you
is roofless around nothing. Till we kiss

I am no more than upright and unset.
It is by falling in and in we make
the all-bearing point, for one another’s sake,
in faultless failing, raised by our own weight.