Poetry 153: On Loving You

On Loving You

I woke up thinking of you.

Flying,

landing,

flying again.

How I long for you

to be on solid ground.

What was once

a blip,

now seems

to be a bump;

or maybe there

was an undertow

there all along...

I know you are

scared.

I am scared too;

adapting to these

new and foreign

realities

seems unthinkable.

And yet,

what other choice

do we have?

Foolish, it seems,

to resist the

life force that

governs our

lives.

We are loving

custodians

at best.

-Me