Answer

Love calls unannounced 

Sometimes at 2 pm

Sometimes at 9 am

I have never been sorry to answer 

And sometimes I have missed her call

But she was never resentful.

Sometimes she emails 

Her emails read like letters

And sit patiently for up to one week

In my inbox, but get irritated 

If you let them sit for much longer.

I leave my door open and light on

For her especially if it is dark 

Because I know she occasionally 

Stumbles as she seeks to find her path 

Inside she will always bring warmth.

And if you see her crossing your path

Give her, give her whatever you have

In your heart, and she’ll spin 

Your views into art

She’ll shape your arms into hugs 

Your ears into songs

Your legs into dance

And your thoughts into light.