All There Is To Love

I don't hold space in that place any longer,
But thank you so much for asking.
And thank you for speaking so kindly
To my avatar down there.
But I have seen the world grow small
And round as an India rubber ball,
And hang in the unlit matters and energies,
And wobble in its precession.
And sometimes tiny sparks will snap,
Indecipherable arcs pop, like bubble wrap,
For a nanosecond in the dark,
And that, my friend, is all there is
To love.

-jenn long