Poetry

Love- the biggest word (2)

Love springs,

somewhere. And then flows onward’s in it’s

lazy, meandering track across the ground

of all things. It moves at the deepest

levels, and most things yield to it,

especially when it is strong like flood water-

everything gets swept away. Love

flows this way, and it destroys this way.

It creates new currents, which pick up

pebbles which had long lay resting (in some

metaphorical space),

and disperses them randomly and unwittingly

in new positions which must be reconciled

with everything else. It lifts up rocks of

enormous size; heaves them upwards

and then throws them down again as if they

weighed no more than air.

It is a great force, love-

and it will move the things which stand in its way.

 

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