Love Poem

I sit down at my window desk

Watching the branches bend and the leaves flutter like heart beats – your heart beats

There is no garden in sight but the familiar concrete and bricks embraces me

They seem strong and stable

Growing out of certain ground like a flower –

Strong as thistles, soft as bluebells

I lean into their touch

Now I have practised love I feel more equipped to love someone else again –

Someone real

Love is not a resolution – it is about making choices

Some of these choices are made in error and excitement

As unwieldy to navigate like sitting in an upside down umbrella

Riding down a mountain river – at which I laugh

Still, no looking back

There is enough love squashed inside my little soul-boat

It will propel me forward for a few more ripples and eddies to come

As long as I keep trying to love myself