SOMETIMES LOVE

love does not
always arrive
like a lion in winter
sometimes it approaches cautiously
as a blinking light
at an intersection
waiting for the right moment
before proceeding
before acceleration
before proclamation
before acknowledgement
before association.
love does not
always arrive
like a lion in winter
sometimes it arrives
as a jigsaw puzzle
with scattered pieces
with no instruction
with no hope of completion.
sometimes love arrives
with its own baggage
other times...
 love does not
arrive at all.