I wonder why I so easily found love,
a certain flattery perhaps,
a quiet afternoon, with a sense of passion
moving through the minds of travelers,
a cup of coffee,
a familiar posture,
and suddenly there began a return
in immediacy,
no need to wonder,
we knew decades before.
Yet when love
does become a primary mystique
in our lives,
the confusion we feel
is like the storm passing over
drops no rain,
only a hint of our
dependence on living inside
the climate of weather.
We could repeat,
take a risk,
and we did for a time,
while the world did continue
to exist
in whatever pattern of purpose
we might imagine.
I remember seeing the balance of weights,
offered our lives a reality of finding peace.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
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