The Life You Love

The life you love
 is already
 here

flawed, broken,
 desperate, violent

shouting its fears
 in your face

sobbing itself
 into stillness.

It is also
 the tiny
 daring
 chirp
 in the dark
 before the sun
 has bled
 through the night.

You have the capacity
 to love
 this tumult,
 this long walk
 on shifting
 Slipping
 scree.

How do I know?
 Because I love it

and you are me
 as you.

We ARE life—
 the divine and the human—
 unfettered and
 out of control and
 scared to the very edge
 of death. Still

we call to each other
 in the dark.
 We dare
 a song
 before there is any
 cause for it.

The life you love
 is already
 here.

Photo by Benjamin Balázs