Floating

And now finally emerging 
Like a cattail seed
From its pod the 
Wind which previously shook
And now carries being
Dropped and lifted and 
Almost like flying and 
Then floating and landing 
Rolling and tumbling and 
Spinning until one catches 
On something and now 
That something is home
This is I think 
What love is like 
Nothing more and nothing 
Less significant or important 
Just one thing and 
Then eventually something else