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.