Love

Is love in the blessing of language?
Is love in the plummet of sleep
in dances of dreams
in flight of ancestral songs?
Does love leap out of your skin
in the first flush of touch?
Or is love in the land, that great keeper
of exits and entrances.

Is there love in some kind of justice?
Or is love in the universe
of your eyes?

Jenny Powell

Jenny Powell’s latest poetry collection, Biology Field Trip a different way of seeing has been published by Cold Hub Press. She is currently studying English at the University of Otago.