Poem 81: If Love Like a Child

if love like a child should call you out

you would play

as freely then as the evening rain

you would fall

long and peacefully

between the high trees

never once losing sight of the sun

or taking count of your falling

you would fall

wonder fully touching each part

of every tree

and in the loss

and newness of each embrace

you would be whole

and so happy

to be travelling so freely

between the high trees.