Sometimes Love Is Like That

Have you ever walked a mountaintop

in the Rockies, so high aloft

that the air itself grows thin, tired,

your head aches as your stomach roils

and, at night, you lie awake, unwell,

too weary, weak and sick for sleep?

Sometimes love is like that.

Have you ever touched the ocean floor
beneath the bright Pacific blues
down in the deepest depths of darkness
where frightful fishes flee frantic from
things that slither-slink those shadowed seas,
and black water weighs you down like stones?

Sometimes love is like that.

Have you ever lain in flowered fields

on your back, face-up like daisies

and worn the summer warmth upon your skin

like soothing silken robes of sunshine,

felt the gentle drowsy passage of the day

and a peace for which there are no words?

Sometimes love is like that.