We were both treading water
When love landed in our lives
It did not float in on a perfect dive
Making a barely perceptible splash
No, more like a chubby kid
Runs off the end of the high dive
Grabs his knees in tight for the biggest impact
And lands as a cannonball
We were each knocked off balance
Sputtering to catch our breath
Eyes stinging trying to see clearly
When love just landed
Now that he's here...
Shall we
curse the inconsiderate imp
and shoo him away
or invite him to stay
invite him to play?
Sunday, January 10, 2010
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