Falling In Love
Love
came into
my life
while climbing
down a mountain,
holding onto astonishing roots,
afraid to fall,
afraid of fear.
Crouched and moving,
on a hot sun-lit afternoon,
perspiration making me
a funny face,
a day of wonders
and strange birds
in the sky.
When love came in,
the trees grew branches
before my eyes,
and the flowers deepened,
blues, reds, yellows,
and I needed to stop
for breath;
when I did
I didn’t know
if I could start again --
down the long trail
to the flat earth,
life as time, comings and goings,
after this time, this trip,
this imperfect pink rose given
to me by grace.
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