Spring Poem

"Love ionizes the air..."

Love ionizes the air,
supercharging everything.
Colors radiate out to fill space 
with their feelings.
Sparks fly, gravity bends,
and the world kneels
before the kneeling lovers 
for the honor of 
their bidding.

Beyond our fingertips 
and on our distant fringes,
impossibly near
faces appear,
planets and children 
make their introductions,
and the long-ago past, 
lost in the sea of the present,
surfaces and says, 
“I am present, too, and
I’m not what you think I was: 
There is no ‘was’!”

There. That did it. Wow!
Now every door opens
from fresh spring air
to fresh spring air,
and all the dust is blown
from the museums 
of our minds.

Stand here with me.
This is it!