by Dan Kaschel
Human love is a curious creature, shaped hourly by every action. It is tragically imperfect, doomed by inevitable disaster, harried by circumstance; but for all that, achingly beautiful. And, God willing, sustainable. Love changes moment by moment, dependent on those actions which are performed, both a function of perpetuity and dependent on the moment. Love is like a small child, needing its parents for nourishment hour by hour, shaped by every interaction. Perhaps, one day, love takes a few tentative steps, hinting at the day when it may support its creators.
Dan Kaschel is a poet, rock climber, and poker dealer. A blog of his poetry can be found here. He lives in Florida, seeking the joy of novel experience.