Artifice V

[rowens]

Love


Even the sound of the airconditioner,
humming steady motion,
presents the love, the particular, the cavern
love for those
near, those dear, and this ever clearly.

Though the laws it takes
to hold separate patterns together
run ever on, water from the gutter
to ground, like scattered rain.
There's a humanity

to thunder; huddled
together in different tones,
moods like the rainbow:
Nature is its own discovery;
people, like written texts,
glow over their mummery,

breathe kisses like incense,
hug like chilled wine from the storm.
Build, like the pressures of air,
higher, a wider perspective,
atop the ladder where all
is seen and shared,
all forgiven
that could separate

from this whole that's home
regardless of space and loss,
certainty, the selfsame giving
holiday
when you realized that you are God,
how lonely.