Love Waits

Love Waits

Love waits
patient, unseen, outside of time
It cloaks as car accident
chronic illness or grief
starry night, baby’s breath or
first ripe raspberry in spring

It is waiting
for you
for you to turn around
to finally turn inside

Unlike marriage, at best
a rampant garden
filled with surprise and
hidden delight—
still in its fullness a mere reflection
temporary and time-bound for loss

Love waits
for you
for you to turn around
to finally turn inside