Young Wife - Julie Byrne

And I keep you in the cataracts,

Inside the blindness of my eyes,

Oh, celestial body,

Barricade this blown-out divide.

And with your hands that built the roof,

Set the tea in the kettle to brew,

I made my soul good by trusting the bees,

Made my life simple by learning what I can’t keep.

And in ribbons and colourful ways,

I learned to compromise with,

Thirteen teeth pressed into my side.

I am your young wife,

I am your young wife,

Your young wife.