"write about love" she said

noticing the small, noticing
the stable, noticing
the wild, the wooly, the able
sharing with longing
to know
be known
caressing through
weathering storms

just how do we write about love?

when it’s so
hidden
buried, avoided,
camouflaged, stolen,
confused, made trite,
and frightening
Love’s been replaced, absconded.
We’ve been robbed and tricked.

Love is…
the energy of growth—
Shall we keep growing?

Love is…
the space between
the desire to hold on
the offering to let go
and the urge to keep going

Love is…
good and goodness—
Perhaps we are already good?

Love are the roots
that reach for the deep
quenching waters
through gnarly crevices
between stubborn rocks
and around the gravelly
layers of time, purpose and endeavors.