Isn't every poem
an unfinished love poem, the needle
making a new hole to fix the old?
I come to you the way the half moon
comes into the yard—I could be more whole
but it lands on the roof of the next house, singing.
Look at the birds. Even flying
is born out of nothing. I need a poem
about happiness I haven't written yet,
even though all I want
is what I already have. Nothing
different, just more. So sit with me
under the plum tree and trace our lifelines
together—how they branch,
how they sing.
Lines from Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz, Alegria Barclay, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, Naomi Shahib Nye, Li-Young Lee, Kyla Jamieson, Mondi Sbeity, Michael Simms, and Jessica E. Pierce (Taken from Love Is for All of Us, James Crews and Brad Peacock, editors).