there is so much love
spilling out of her
it falls on the cats
turning them
sideways elongated
stretching
to receive it
i trip over it when trying to
get some coffee
falling face first
into it
surprised and a little better
for it
there is so much love
spilling out of her
it surrounds our
sons
buoyed and bobbing
warm and comforted
they float through
a world that is
filled with it
never to
not
know it
there is so much love
spilling out of her
the dogs cannot
drink enough
she is a wet willy
water bug spraying
all over their lives
belly rubs
rolled eyes
and afternoon naps
they dance and tumble
drenched in her love
there has to be some
trick
to all this love
i keep watching for it
trying to catch her
out
filling up
restocking the stores
instead
she's doing laundry
or
nuzzling a good boy
or
laughing at a 6th grade joke
or
looking through lego
for hours
or
calling the insurance company
or
gently humming a
song as she sits next to
me
there is so much love
spilling out of her
i am awed by its
volume and form
i have been so
covered by her love
it has filled me up
to bursting
and by some
strange turn
love is now
leaking out
of me in small
drips
forming puddles
that might catch
you too
if you're not careful
Raised in the river valleys and open fields of central Illinois, James Griffin has roamed and rambled from coast to coast and beyond. A punk rock poseur, and armchair anarchist, reaching for the roof he has landed here.