It’s like Lightning
to learn to love your life
here one moment, gone the next
not for lack of storms
or shapeless mouths of breeze
for transience, the clouds
that keep hiding the sun
this gaunt gold of seasons
they that keep passing
tracing the outline of what
happiness means, the landscape
of our love, belonging, into new years
on the lips of branches
it’s like lightning
to fall in love again
twenty-second howls
of what it means to feel again
what a fire with a risk
what a song with the rain
as always the body
is made for spring, for
tender moments
excitement shouts
and sanctuary
like a burning river
how sensual are these
up and downs, never ceasing
escaping like light
into the dark void.