I don’t believe we have a soulmate

one is far too few

our capacity for love is far too large –

there are so many in love here.

And maybe Rose is right and this locust swarm of love will get zapped away as quickly as it arrived-

but maybe she’s wrong.

maybe this love is not as fabricated as we think, just grown with the season,

never dying, just transformed,

a swarm of lotuses sinking their nutrients into the soil,

into love for our beds, our friends, our best friends,

who will ground us next season

to grow once again