Love Poem 1

I’ve been lucky enough over the years to have

found love

in many places and at many times, even if it has only been

for a day or two.

Love never needs to last forever.

Sometimes I have found it where everyone always expects to find it, and other times has been in

less overt spaces.

I have tried to find it in the past and I have also backed into it and

guess what?

It almost always feels the same way either way.

The funny thing about love is that it

plays by its own rules and we don’t often have

much choice in the matter.

I have never been able to turn away when it is

long past

time to do so.

Lightning doesn’t strike twice, they say,

And who knows if it does or if it doesn’t?

I would be a stormchaser either way.

There is something about the ozone in the air,

and the way

everything stops

for a moment before

the world

explodes.

Maybe it isn’t that lightning doesn’t

strike twice

but we’re too dumb to get out of the way.

How much do we know about love? How much do we know about lightning?

Do we actually know much about either thing?

I think,

if anything,

we know more about lightning, but I think that is also something we just tell ourselves so we can sleep at night.

We barely know love from hate, after all.

And here I am out here fumbling through it all

and trying my best to get in

my own way

and I am pontificating on love and lightning,

bursts of energy that light the darkest moments and

start the most devastating fires in our guts and in our hearts and rip through everything in their way.

Energy to fire to ash.

And we call it lucky to fall in love.