Another Love

An Inheritance

0314.2025

Who makes love an occupation?

Maybe the eternally lonely,

maybe the motherless ones—

but must love be accompanied?

Isn’t birth alone enough to make it whole?

The flower’s tissue unfolds because of a kiss from the sun—that is love.

And the ocean casts its diamonds to the day, and all eyes can see—that is love in two gifts.

Then the earth fashioned us,

so our ears are mated to the songs of birds, insects—

and the lovemaking of trees and wind,

which fills us with such longing—

we are her children, and this is truly love.

m.c.f.