Quite elusive

this love

To be everywhere

But nowhere.

Absent when sought,

Near when not.

Healing

And destroying.

Giving

And taking.

Exhausting

And invigorating.

Who, may I ask,

has tamed this beast

that commands

but cannot be commanded?

A master of cat-and-mouse,

A puppeteer of hearts,

A victimized villain,

A fickle friend,

A virgin vixen,

One of many faces,

But none at all.

An iron chain wrought with freedom,

delighting in its prisoner’s delusion.

Yet

Without it

Humanity is but a mustard seed,

With nothing to water it,

To force the realization that

Beyond this

mundane madness

Of numbers and letters

Of clocks and sidewalks

Of atoms and cells.

We

Are

Here.