Romance
Romance
My desire
Is always the same; wherever Life
Deposits me:
I want to stick my toe
& soon my whole body
Into the water.
I want to shake out a fat broom
& sweep dried leaves
Bruised blossoms
Dead insects
& dust.
I want to grow
Something.
It seems impossible that desire
Can sometimes transform into devotion;
But this has happened.
And that is how I’ve survived:
How the hole
I carefully tended
In the garden of my heart
Grew a heart
To fill it.