We live with love as if we knew what it was about. But as soon as we try to define it, or at least approach it with concepts, it draws away from us. . Jean-Luc Marion, Prolegomena to Charity

To begin to,

To begin to say “I love you,”

Let it grow,

Let it grow.

A squirrel leaps

From spring-loaded branch

To branch,

In silence leaps

And disappears.

In the distance,

Love grows. Between

Now and then love

Disappears.

Love comes back,

It comes back

In the distant look

On your foolish face.

There’s always Charity.

It always returns

In the look of others

You don’t recognize

As love’s renewal.