If Only Love
L’amour est comme le vent, nous ne savons pas d’où il vient. ~ Balzac
If only love were like the wind, as clear
And as predictable as on our screens
When forecasters pronounce, and as austere
As mathematical statements, or genes.
If only love were like a breeze that comes
And goes alone against the face, as slight
And pure and simple as our first grade sums,
Or father’s lullaby in bedroom light.
If only love were like a typhoon blast
That we can simply bow to like the palm.
If only love were like a wind amassed
Against all tent-like easiness and calm.
..If love were only all of these entire,
….Still love would be the Jesus of desire.