Love’s Camel

Whatever way love’s camel takes
let it take me too
stowed up on the saddle, swaying.
Let that be home.

The past nor future is our own
only this trapeze moment.
Catch it now as it swings.
Who cares where we are headed

it is enough to be with
this light filled present;
feel the sway, the night air on your face
stars bright in your hair.

Rose Cook