First Attempt at a Love Poem

3by5indexcard:

I am not asking
for anything from you,
except that you think about wind

existing with no source
or destination

enough power to drive
a stalk of wheat
through a tree
three towns over

and how it could be
like that.

Posting again just because.

If the boy who draws

lets you look over his shoulder.

If the poet

smiles

and shows you her words.

If the girl who sings for the shower only,

hums a song

in front of you.

Know that you’re no longer a person

but the air

and dust

that fills their lungs.

When the world perishes,

and all things cease to exist,

you’ll remain inside an ink stain,

a paint brush,

a song.

— Alaska Gold

First Attempt at a Love Poem

3by5indexcard:

I am not asking
for anything from you,
except that you think about wind

existing with no source
or destination

enough power to drive
a stalk of wheat
through a tree
three towns over

and how it could be
like that.

Exactly.

5 minutes

Taking 5 minutes, as often as I can, to close my eyes.

And love who I love, as hard as I can.

The big things, and the little things.