I suppose the love we are looking for
exists in the cracks of the pavement
where the chalk meets the lines
in both a childish demeanor
of being seen loved and heard
as well as the freedom for fun
I suppose we already hold
all of the love we have ever had
or consist of
particles in motion
the Earth in movement
maybe really the universe
or God
I suppose it’s God
the childhood
billowing of gold
Kail Anderson 