Present
Good love is not always easy.
It is driving rain and wind
A small vessel in stormy seas
Drowning
Good love is not always hard.
It is melting chocolate in the sun
A slow, languorous heat
Rising
Good love is not always certain.
It is a crossroads at twilight
Shadows and half-truths.
Deciding
Good love is not always wise.
It is a half century of
Seasons, reason and unreason
Learning
Good love is not always warm.
It is a bitter blizzard
And it is brittle ice
Cracking
Good love is not always solemn.
It is ridiculous laughter
Sublime stupidity
Connecting
Good love is always mine.
It is there, every moment
Painfully present
Being.
Elaine Westnott-O’Brien is a writer and English teacher. She writes in all forms, and has been published in the New York Times. She lives with her wife and two young children in Ireland.
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