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 