Love’s just Love.
I didn’t think my family
would make my own redundancy
quite as vivid, cruelly clear.
Enlightenment found me, this year.
They drew me in. I fell in love
with the newest, tiny one;
they let me hope that she’d be near,
live in England, ‘over here’.
I showed her how the seasons change,
we lived in woods, we made up games,
She made me find my paints again.
I felt she was my soul-met friend.
We unlocked life and set it free.
Redundancy’s not liberty.
We’d plans for
worms in cans,
messages in bottles,
watching how the river’s weir
carves voles’ rough homes in hollows.
on forbidden paving-stones,
chalk stained evidence on clothes,
picnics in the rain.
Time once passed and here again.
Whatever now may be,
we unlocked life and set it free
Love’s our soul-shared liberty,
living, pulsing, moving me.
Voids unearth humility,
(a face-off with the travesty
of having loved and lost)
hot grief’s molten spear-head,
hammered, shaped, cooled, as yet
unsharpened, in the novice
rakes through flesh,
a jagged retrospective,
What has been,
was once not,
and will be,
Redundancy’s a temporary name.
Love’s just love –
nameless and unchanged.