Aimless Love

This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,
I fell in love with a wren
and later in the day with a mouse
the cat had dropped under the dining room table.

In the shadows of an autumn evening,
I fell for a seamstress
still at her machine in the tailor’s window,
and later for a bowl of broth,
steam rising like smoke from a naval battle.

This is the best kind of love, I thought,
without recompense, without gifts,
or unkind words, without suspicion,
or silence on the telephone.

The love of the chestnut,
the jazz cap and one hand on the wheel.

No lust, no slam of the doorโ€”
the love of the miniature orange tree,
the clean white shirt, the hot evening shower,
the highway that cuts across Florida.

No waiting, no huffiness, or rancorโ€”
just a twinge every now and then

for the wren who had built her nest
on a low branch overhanging the water
and for the dead mouse,
still dressed in its light brown suit.

But my heart is always propped up
in a field on its tripod,
ready for the next arrow.

After I carried the mouse by the tail
to a pile of leaves in the woods,
I found myself standing at the bathroom sink
gazing down affectionately at the soap,

so patient and soluble,
so at home in its pale green soap dish.
I could feel myself falling again
as I felt its turning in my wet hands
and caught the scent of lavender and stone.

Billy Collins

CultFit Gaze


26 Comments on “Aimless Love”

  1. No words to add. Thanks for righting my state of mind for the day.

  2. katelon says:

    What a sweet poem. I’m going to reblog it…partly because I haven’t been writing lately and mostly because I love it ๐Ÿ™‚ I have this practice of a gratitude journal I write in each day and also of standing in a shower giving thanks for the water, feeling the stream of water on my head, like the fountain of God’s love pouring into me…giving thanks for the shower stall that encloses the water and steam, the shower floor that holds me up, the walls of the bathroom that enclose it all and then beyond those doors and outward to every part of my life, material and non-material.

  3. katelon says:

    Reblogged this on Empower and Balance and commented:
    Love this poem and it’s invitation to fall in love with everything around us. This practice of love and gratitude lifts our vibration and thus the vibration of the planet. It keeps us open to the beauty and grace that is all around us. It opens our perception to the abundance and prosperity that lies beyond our bank accounts and wallet. And it connects us in oneness which is our truth.

  4. Beautiful, beautiful.

  5. Maia says:

    There are lots to highlight in this poem… aside from… green… =)

    Much to learn… so much to learn…

  6. Shell says:

    Special, this one. The words and sentiment slide under skin…stay awhile. The best kind of poem. Thank you, for the gift of it ~

  7. That was a show of your talent my friend! Love the way this poem made me smile. Thanks, keep loving life. Its something I envy in people like you. Great post!

    • CultFit says:

      There’s nothing to envy over here my friend, just openness and trying to live an authentic life. ๐Ÿ™‚ May your smile carry you far this afternoon … Take care!

  8. Ann Sowards says:

    I write poetry, and I think this poem is tremendous. It is just right. Wow…..you have a gift, you are a wordsmith. Beautiful.

  9. Find something to love in every part of your day. Your poem has shown me the way. There is much to admire and appreciate. Lovely poem.

  10. Lovely words, thanks for dropping by the post on my blog, good to be in contact.

    • CultFit says:

      Its kind, passionate and authentic bloggers such as yourself that keep me chugging along here. ๐Ÿ™‚ Thank you so much for stopping over, take care!


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