Love is an 
open window that 
by no fault 
of its own 
catches a passing 
breeze turning it
into something that 
it was never 
supposed to be 
after which the 
curtains never drape 
the same way 

Oh now 
I remember 
why I
do not 
and no 
longer do
anything distant 
the horizon 
always stays
out there 
just beyond 
and no
matter how 
far I 
move forward 
it moves 
farther away 
and faster 
than me 
clouds always 
stay clouds

Sometimes I think 
that we think 
that when blossom
goes to bloom
it is thinking 
hey hello world 
look at me 
when in fact 
what it’s likely 
thinking is oh
I’m just one 
in an ocean 
of infinite bliss 
and of beauty 

I can hear
the distant crunch
of late season 
snow under tires 
and I imagine 
it is what 
a big bowl 
of hot chili
hears right before 
it says here
comes the crackers 

But I’ve 
done that
and now 
I am 
doing this 
and both 
are just 
as nice 
as the 
other one 
and isn’t 
that after
all happiness