This is what the body’s made for –
Love. For love and ripening,
For cycles of life that take us
In unexpected directions.
I never would have guessed
that I’d be here, with my elbows
on the bar, weeping because my heart
is broken and almost out of love.
I want to come back to this idea and explore a little further, but on a day when I don't have so many looming deadlines.
I had another idea for a poem, that maybe I'll explore tomorrow -- those tiny white flowers on the side of the road with their yellow centers, erect for the sun.