Poem · The Village, Guatemala · Aug 2025
Love is...
They say love is the answer, and I look at the sky and think to myself, what does it mean to love?
They say love is the answer
And I look at the sky and think to myself
What does it mean to love?
Is it like glass that I can't see
Covering my every movement
Or like a castle that protects me
From the harshness of the world
Or like a sensitive lip
Feeling the soft touch of the world
With movements based on
temperature So easily felt
I can't say what it is but
The love I have feels like a shrine
Where every scar in my heart
Is worshiped for what life it painted
Framing my life as love itself
Meshing into every moment
Shining from the leaves
Out of the eyes of every one I look at
Without a word needed
Love is everything in this marvelous world
It cracks through into what I know
Taking me to fawn over the unknown
It acts as an oracle
taking me exactly where
I need to be
Love pierces all the piece of armor
I have around my heart
A ring around my life
that takes me closer to being.
A bead falling and thundering
through my whole body when I least expect it
And when I try to cork it shut
I get an ear full from my inner thoughts
Time comes online again
filling my days with Dread.