The Pompitus of Love

On a mother’s day--2017

If the question is

where love fits,

then the answer

must be a multiple,

an integral and a sum,

a remainder or two,

and a dividend

and all the derivatives

of big and sloppy

and small and precise

equations.

It helps to begin

with why love, at all.

There’s you so strong

and fierce and tender.

There’s who we are together

when we are our best

and us together when

we need each other most.

There’s the way you love

our boys and girls;

the ones we know

and the ones we don’t.

There’s how you go

and how you feel

and how we make our love

and how you let me come to you

and how you find me when I don’t.

There’s the work we do together

and the work still left to do.

There’s this life I never could have lived alone.

There’s the meals and the drinks,

the families and the visits,

the awe and the wonder,

and the well and the promise,

and the sun and the moon,

and time.