Love Poems

      by Carol Sanger

All my love poems wait restless, 
bound in a colored cross of grosgrain. 
For years, they have been birds on a wire, 
attentive to the gaps between us. 

You were the ship captain, I the navigator.    
You were the tree, I the lake. We were 
two rivers in flood - carried away, 
but now you’ve been washed to the sea.
 
These poems flock and circle. Each one 
cradles the spark that set us both in motion. 
They yearn to be ordered by a gentler hand,
one with nothing else to do.