The Life You Love

 

The life you love
is already
 here
 
flawed, broken,
desperate, violent

shouting its fears
in your face

sobbing itself
into stillness.

It is also
the tiny
daring
chirp
in the dark
before the sun
has bled
through the night.

You have the capacity
to love
this tumult,
this long walk
on shifting
slipping
scree.

How do I know?
Because I love it

and you are me
as you.

We ARE life—
the divine and the human—
unfettered and
out of control and
scared to the very edge
of death. Still

we call to each other
in the dark.
We dare
a song
before there is any
cause for it.

The life you love
is already
here.