When you meet the one who steadies your weather,
do not ask, “Are you mine?”
Ask instead, “What happens to the air
when we stand this close?”
Love is not a ring on your finger
or a name on a deed.
Love is an instrument,
two arms of a compass opening
to see what distance lets you breathe.
Between you there will be a third thing
not you, not them
a field, a light,…
