Love is buoyant —
It is not easily repressed
If undertows pull it beneath
turbulent waves,
If it drifts awhile submerged
in turbid green,
Its natural qualities
will still bear it along
until it surfaces,
salty and lusty,
alive and breathing in
the wonder of the power
in which it swims
and in its steadiness
and its continuance
as it proceeds to change
everything it beholds,
transforming it,
infusing it with light.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 28, 2014

photo by Heather Mulhern