Love

Washed in an early autumn rain, these 
Tears hot then 
Cold, coursing slick like old sorrows 
Arrowing down my cheeks into the 
Heart of my emotions, 

Flooding my way as I pick through 

What the whole cloth of my

Life feels like,

Rents and all, 

The fabric is stretched and 

Fraying, but it holds

Still, what will never resolve, because

Is doesn’t resolve, settles:

Tacit

Protected and

Preserved,

Honored,

A fine way through, although 

Not easy

I toss and turn the word over and over,

I let it settle, knitting into my

Bones, my

Breath and sinew, 

Tacit. 

Seeking resolution,

Because breath compels, 

Because the heart beats,

Time after time I 

Find I just don’t want anyone else 

And, I don’t want to be anywhere else.  

Here, in some hard-fought 

Fulsomeness, hard-won honesty, which is 

A powerful place to be, 

Scary and demanding,

I slip into a universe of tension 

I won’t relinquish,

Summoning steadiness, for the why of it

I’ll never know,

It just

Is.