A Poem: Love Travels

Love travels all around the world,
to take your picture
record your smile.

Do you think you can escape
the reach of love?
How when you are not looking she is
inching underfoot,
a symbiotic connection
amongst the tree roots,
or is whistling through the airwaves,
finding receivers.

How love is in the wind
that stirs your trees,
and sends them sideways,
leaning toward me.
How everything is a positioning.
How we are children
in the playground of the world,
you and I,
holding hands.

Circling, circling,
that this dance of gravity,
of pirouetting upon our axis,
sends us falling
one into the other.
We are dominoes with open arms.
And when you hear the birds sing,
their song is echoing
beyond a horizon,
hitting the ionosphere,
rebounding to my ears.

How love is a magnetic energy field
drawing us each
toward her.
How in her arms
we then recognise one another,
delighted,
and think love
in her intimate attentiveness,
is entirely personal,

when really she is universally
present,
and peculiarly solicitous,
that when seen by love
we each feel naked
and touched,
know ourselves as boundless.

And that little bit less alone,
in the awareness that love
is the link,
and we are subjects
worth pursuing.
And more than that,
we are love itself
entwined,
and extending to
the next person.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
October 2022