Learning to lower my head
to love, on my knees
like a child. Stepping away
from myself for anyone—
you. To see my faults 
and know them and feel
regret, understanding 
I’m not alone and still 
embarrassed I gulp
and go on. To be
willing to go on.
To hold everything close 
knowing it will be gone 
eventually or soon. 
To be this courageous 
because love never dies. 
It’s alive, moving through us 
like all the rivers in the world,
all the oceans of troubles
running us ragged
washing us up on the beach. 

Not quite a picnic
but the view is
spectacular.