People told me about love. They painted it in many colors. They sang songs about love. But the wise one demanded, “where is your love”?
So I went looking
For my love
And found it
Hidden in the flight of swallows
And the hum of electric wires
Over a supermarket
And the creased forehead of the woman
Who still calculates change
In her head
Love is everywhere
I said
“Bring me a picture”
The wise one demanded
So I photographed my love
In many poses
But when I presented them
To the wise one
There was only a bent woman
Checking out customers
“I lost the love”, I apologized
The wise one studied the photographs
For a long time, then said
“The love is there, it’s just not breathing”
He put a hand to my chest
And told me to breath
“Love is breathing”, I said
But he shook his head
“I am love, breathing” I said
And it was so