I wish
for your big
beautiful
heart
to love
whatever it loves,
to open–so wide–
and allow all that light
to spill,
roll and pour
all over
you.
Please don’t bend
and cram
your big
beautiful
heart
into some mold
that doesn’t fit,
let it love
whatever it loves.
Your heart
sings
skips
dances
shouts
warns.
Listen.
**
You can love brokenness.
Isn’t love looking
with light
toward the cracks.
Maybe we choose people with fracture lines we understand.
Or maybe, sometimes, there is heat,
unexpected, electric, and undeniable,
giving the cracks, at first, the appearance of art.
Love is what is left, after heat,
that knows each line,
like a canyon, or driftwood,
worn but not diminished,
that sees the strength of what endures
and the risk, where the split is most exposed.
Love is not glue,
but care.
Looking and seeing with care.
first draft Sep 2019