We’re so familiar with the phrase ‘falling in love’ that we don’t give it a second thought. But at the time I wrote yesterday’s poem, I had grown up with the idea that there was only one way to truly fall in love – and that is, you know immediately with somebody that they are ‘the one’. You just ‘know’.
So when my relationship didn’t happen like that, I was very confused. Could it really be love? How would I know?
It took a while for me to realise that there are uncountable ways to become ‘in love’ with a person, and they are all different, and all unique. For me, it was when I discovered that love had crept up on me all unawares. It entered the back door of my life when I wasn’t looking, when I was still searching outside for the ‘spark from heaven.’
But gradually, one day, I found I could write this:
THE LARK SOARS
The lark soars ascending in a long comprehending spiral of drying tears:
And the fawn stares steady in the moving wilderness.
There I watched the ivy turn to gold and lift up its head
Like an unfanged serpent, slipping to the ground with no sound.
Still the great shining bank of waters
Rolled on to the edge of the world while the living looked on:
And noiseless the sun gathered it all in his arms of fire,
And laid it at your feet.
Reader … I married him 😉