Everything for Love

Caught smiling in the rain.

In every way that counts, my heart belongs to all but me.

The sea. The sea.
The river must rush to the sea.

To the mat.
To the well.

In the valley.
In the desert.

The wayfarer forgets there is no where to go.
No where to be.

Move your legs if you must.
Carry your heart in cupped hands.

Drink from the earth's cool cisterns.
And weave a blanket for rest.

But even in peace, the dreams will not end.

Last night's moon replaced the missing headlight on the long drive back. We watched for deer as we listened to music – not speaking – not addressing – not terribly upset about any of it at all. I cannot hold what I never had and besides, having is for bodies, and bodies are most definitely not worth having.

Be careful what you wish you for, especially when it aligns with the Will of Love.