I stand aware of its immensity, the power to which we cling.
It moves thru us so differently, the” I” the “We.”
Love cleverly defines everything.
Am I to believe its virtue arrives with stipulation?
Only when I am not in good favor.
Only when the door tilts open and my conscience is clean.
Why not Now, as I stumble or stand curious, pausing so I can remain open to the larger story, the one that moves forward, the one that leaves no one behind; Not the “I” nor the “We.”
My “Only When” loses step, non-apologetically softens, lessening its grip and so too does the small gap in the light open to becoming Now.