I looked for you in a thousand spaces.
East coast, west coast, tropical islands, across the ocean.
I looked for you on planes, trains, buses, and boats.
Festivals, concerts, farmer’s markets, mountain peaks were all fair game.
I looked for you in dark chocolate, candles and bubble baths.
Thought you might be at the spa too, so it was my home world.
Once, I looked for you snorkeling and almost drowned.
Had to have a sunset dinner on the beach to revive myself.
I chased you in dreams and onto vision boards
And wondered if you’d swim to me as I was sailing the Nile.
When the sleuthing and “forced” adventures paused,
suitors arrived again and again
Because the universe is the funniest stand-up comedian and always will be.
Before and after marriage,
mating has been this song in my head, thunderous in Spring
murmured notes when I am wrapped in joy, creativity and curiosity.
Still, finding delight in solid, welcoming arms is a slice of wonder.
Yet, when it dries up, I press it into a book and it outlives time.
I’m grateful for the wild and wicked imagination that believes in happily-ever-afters
while accepting that it does not matter.
In a million ways, I found the love of my life and love her luxuriously,
as she is the constant in all of these heartfelt experiments, be they a day or some years.
It’s always been her.