Love, a title

Is it too much happiness
That makes us fragile?
Fearful of the ringing phone,
The knock on the door?
The silence.
Tied comfortably to you
Like a balloon to a branch,
I know which way the earth lies;
Sometimes I fear the wind,
The movement.
Loving too much can be scary:
One’s flesh grows around the anchor
That holds us in this life,
Makes the brightest afternoon dark,
The shadow.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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2 Responses to Love, a title

  1. Lois Barrett Luke says:

    That kind of angst is the thief of so much joy. Well said.

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