love comes from many things, people, moments
it’s like rain falling
silent snow, nights one after another … breath held until you black out
all of it pushing you underneath
lost in those towns, those voices, inside bodies holding you, wanting you, most trying not to die
you finally wake and it doesn’t matter and then you are in water, moonlight and everything has ended and the ocean speaks in dark languages … and the current lifts you with every wave … gifts from a helpful hand
For A. Mole
Anonymole - apocryphal agitators 