Lovely Word

Unable to sleep at 1:36 am, sometimes all you can do is write whimsical poetry on love.

I’m kind of a fan

of the word love,

in fact, you might even say

I love it, but that would be

cheeky. Besides, it’s not

your place to say how I feel

about a word as complex

and maligned as love.

Love is hard to know

because it’s never there

where you expect it to be

or maybe it’s just hiding,

or in a shape you don’t expect.

They say some dimensions

can be curled up really, really

tight, and therefore appear like

a smaller, less complex dimension.

This is a bit silly, and may

lead you to stare really closely

at things, but love could be like that

or not.

Which raises the question

of dissemination of love –

is it a ray, either directed

by one person towards another

voluntarily, or involuntarily,

and if the recipient is properly

receptive, reflected back

towards the sender?

Or does a wave better describe

love’s motions? I like that better,

because waves do all sorts of

clever things that take me by surprise.

For instance, if something obstructs

the path of the wave, it will flip

the bird to the barrier

and bend its way around the stupid thing.

Waves are also found in the ocean

which I like, because the ocean

scares me half to death

and love does too.