Pinky

I was going to run a marathon
and get a tattoo today,
but the feeling didn't last.

It doesn't make sense
this vanishing energy,
but then even a pinky
never really has it,
it falls from gravity,
flies up from the simple need
to unsquish itself.

I suppose there is therefore
anti-energy, you know,
bouncing balls wouldn't need to re-round
unless the rest of the world already
had the presumption of them doing so.

I fell in love with you
when I was full of life.
I am still so gloriously flattened.
I fear coming up again, but I must.

Praises be, love is not a ball,
or where it lands,
love is more than the fall,
or the empty hands,
it is the heart, the one
held ever, held only, by trust.