Is Love a Microbe

By Ann Privateer

My mind shapes my mind
I'm thinking in shapes of love
spilling over and out

 

howling like an orchestra
that found the lost note
and wakes up the world

 

when love flies out the window
like sour dough bread microbes
unseen, unheard to fly back in

 

again, lost then found
who knows where while
left waiting, wondering

 

if life and love will return?
my computer always has answers
it can even write itself

 

comment on thoughts
observations more witty
than spellchecker of yore

 

what shall I write then?
I'm not sure, but I don't think
I am, and the wilderness of my life

 

found out about this topic.
Write about love
Flying out the window

 

write about love flying in
Like sour dough microbes
invisible until tasted

 

and then, I am hooked.

 

Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. Some of her work has appeared in Third Wednesday, Manzanita, and Entering.