Love is, a poem, and my ode to Dr. Maya Angelou.

LOVE is everything, love is all. Love is what you’re running towards. Love is what you’re running from. Love is your running.

Love is lifting your leg and dropping it

love is the space between the steps

love is your breathing

love is your heartbeat

love is the thing driving your heart beat, 

and the silence when the beating has stopped

Love is this cat, right here, right now, the vibration that moves through me from her purring.

Love is when you say

no, no, no, no

Love is the illusion that

you can stop things

Love is the way the water falls off your chin. Love is the pool it came from and falls into.

Love is your loudness bursting through the quiet of this moment, and love is the way it rends me.

love is the way you notice

Love is that I care what you think

love is that is doesn’t matter to the thing that is thunk upon, love is the movement towards the idea.

Love is you running in a circle

love is your struggle with yourself

love is the manifestation of pain,

love is the curse of the pain

when it is nameless and dropping

love is reaching out, love is at the 

end of extension, love is the illusion 

of disappearance.

Love moves underground, love is the ground

love is above ground

love is the invisible space in the molecules 

that make the ground

Love is the firmament, love is the stars

Love is the lesson of love. Love continues. Love is the ageless time of one hand meeting another. Love is the identity. Love is the tongue cleaning the wound.