poem

 The Three Contexts

The three contexts of love—

lonely 

happy

wordless

I'm grateful to see you here

But you shouldn’t have come.

I'm so very sorry. My apologies.

But now is the time to bask

In the throes of missing

every single thing about you.

Earlier today I was thinking

About that time by the falls

And the sound of your laughter

Unleashed from its loosely 

fashioned knots,

an effortless dance that demands 

its own music 

Just now I remembered love

Is best experienced as all three

contexts at once

So I guess that means I’m lucky 

To find you here

In the stone citadel I’d long assumed

No one else was supposed 

to be able to find

9/15/24