The Word, Love Poem by Rayn Roberts

In any moment all things are new, but in spring
All point to something in the word
And the saying of it
True as motion
Dawn on an asphalt road
Light on the moving face of the river.

I held the wonder for weeks, doubted love
Because we are new, I questioned love
Arriving at the same truth: in each instant all is new
Not young, for all is older than the oldest star.

In the trees along the water, April began
Opening azalea and magnolia
And I began to know
Not in the thinking or the wishing
But in the saying of the word, an alchemy
Clear as the effect of time on all things,
The reason herons wade in
Turtles claw rocks
Why like a perfect fool I wear this idiot grin
Astounded by daylight on blacktop
Confounded by my own joy,

I tell you there something in the word
And the saying of it
That comprehends why star is,
Makes me more alive than a man about to die,
Something rivers even know and rocks rejoice in.