love is a little girl
If you’d like to find her, you need
not use your eyes now, for they will fail, or
what have become of your ears, for they can’t tell.
But try to go where children are
because she can be found with them, frolicking like toddlers do —
there, rolling on the floor with watercolor
stains on her skirt, or sneezing after a game
under the rain, or crying over a wounded knee,
or with the baby whose mother wants to rest her head
for the night. She might even sing you a memorable lullaby
and bring you to places you would not rather go alone without her.