Love arrives.
It appears at my door
without a shirt,
surprisingly inventive,
having no guile.
Not an object of my affection,
or careless whisper echoing back
of places I chose to forget.
I have a confession to make:
I don't know how to spell.
Letters and words that went together before-
I plus- love- plus you,
Now appear gone forever.
So instead of words I choose
five tissue paper colors.
Black. Orange Red. Teal Blue. Pale Pink. Lavender.
With my hands I cut squares -
placing them on the eraser of a pencil,
adding a drop of glue,
pressing them into place.
I bow my head in silence.
Listen closer.
Dive deeper.
Wait.
An ancient melody arises within,
fresh and new and unexpected.
Surprise.
True love finds me.
