revised poems begin today. Here's the first one. Let me hear from you.

Keeping Love's Habit

We carry it around inside us
like an infant or a frail elder
whose feet cannot hold it upright.
We listen to its speech and speak back.

We say, there, there; even kiss its bald head,
as all the while we await the day when the child will walk;
the old woman’s face will melt into peace.

Imagine
how we will begin anew. We will
lift the emptiness
as if we know what we are doing.