For Love

Love’s tug—in this place
nothing breaks:

kids play rough
like cubs pounce one another

like crying then weep
out from control, in confidence

like hating, because you know
they won’t ever leave

like loving
for the first time

she climbed me
like a tree, climbing my still observance.

It was play, she showed,
she played. I found,

my own gaze, I felt around
behind my stillness, was,

yes it was! I found it, love, for you
for you, in me.