Do You Love Me?
Unlike the Greenland shark,
you and I only have lifespans
of eighty, ninety or maybe
even like my great-aunt-
be lucky enough to live
beyond her years, to the age
of one-hundred and five.
Still, here is the rough edge
that rubs against our entire life:
‘do you love me? do you really
love me?’ Yet these frigid
water sharks go on and on living
into multiple centuries, possibly
over four to five-hundred years.
And likely not one moment during
those lengthy lives is spent in a quest
for love. Perhaps this is the most
egregious part of our humanity-
not just accepting ourselves upon
our own merits, like the Greenland
shark surely does. I mean if you are
going to live all those years, who
has time for such petty refrains:
‘do you love me? do you really love me?’
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.