Love

If it gets through to you, really,

it’s overwhelming because it is

so vast, so true that everything

else melts in front of it.

All of the complications mean

less than nothing when faced

with love, death, life, the real things.

We can’t even avoid love, though,

many times it seems to get in the way.

Too smart, with the toy of knowledge,

the thing that makes us feel we are

something.

No, sorry, we can’t avoid love,

avoid reality… whatever darkness

we superimpose on ourselves is just

a delusion, a mirage… a soap bubble….

though, it can kill us.

No, love is what we long for,

of being alive,

which has no antecedent.