“What do we talk about when we talk about love”?
Well there’s a good quesion
but I may know a better one
Why do we talk about love at all?
Why do we look in the mirror when we already know what we will see
drawn to every magnetic flaw
to speak again about love
inside the jackets of books or holding hands on long walks where it is too cold to have hands bare but we do it anyway
silent on the edges of our bed not speaking volumes
When it hurts
why are we still talking about love?
preaching from rom pulipts and praying in private,
chanting mantras or choosing fine china we are talking about love
or not love
every human thought may orbit love
but does stardust talk about it?
is that the twinkling?
is love what dogs are baking about in a language I don’t understand?
Through the five foot fences
Are the gleeful clicks of dolphins and the mournful moans of whales
going on about love?
Is it more beautiful to think that they are or they are not?
Is love more sacred if we humans lay claim, or if we are scratching at some old secret the animals know? The rocks know? The whole earth knows.
Is it better to belive that love lifts humankind above all creation – this altruistic urge beyond natural selection – Imago Dei-
or is it better to believe
that when I walk in the front door alone,
my family long sleepong
and my dog Carl flips over on his back
and I know he wants me to rub his tummy, and I do
we are talking about love
he knows how to talk about love.
because love is all that is talked about by anyone or anything at any time.