Questioning Love 1
Can love cleanse hate
From the hearts
Of the bitter and twisted
Diving deep
Into the heaving swell
Of meanness and negation
Before surfacing
With a gasp for air
And a rush of elation
Which fades
As the cowardly faces
Bob out of the water
Mumbling profanities
Salt stinging their eyes.
Still, love steadies herself
For another dive
Is this the point of being alive?
Does love know best
When to give in
To the current within
And flow to
Its inevitable end
Its power petering out
In shingle and sand?
Can love set you free
From the vicious hurt
That erodes society’s
Soft underbelly of sandstone
And sends rocks of despair
Tumbling into the roiling sea
Love looks down
From her home perched precariously
On the edge of a crumbling cliff
And laughs nervously
Should love set your heart free
Whatever the danger might be?
Like a giant wave
Curling around surfers
Who burst into being
In a tunnel of refracted light
Is the future of love bright?
