Rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and rows and ro…….

Maybe that is what love is, vastness.C
An expansiveness that swallows the individual,
Not allowing one to look back on the fact their past was loneliness.
Many of us long to be swallowed, don’t we?
To be taken away, swept up with the wind,
And carried to the tender touch of another.
I think we do, anyway.
I do.
I want many.
I want vast, want expanse.
want to know what it means to stand amongst many.
want more than just me.
I want we and commotion.
And the smatter and all the clatter of forceful winds
tearing at my cheeks for more of you.
I want my skin to be goose-bumped and rocked
With the threat of being picked up and socked, clocked
By how I feel for you.

I want the feeling of wind.
I can watch love move the fields, but I see nothing specific.
I want the feeling of the wind, but I want no one specific.  
I want this wind to whip me into the shape of you
You’ll breathe the wind into me, past my ear
And tell me of hand-holdings and never-letting-go’s

I want vast. I want expanse. I want grandeur.
I want big. I want loud. I want the heavens.

So, now, I want to teach fear to leave me alone?
(the only thing I would like to be left alone of)
and stand in the middle of this all.
All of this you see there.
Stand in the bigness and feel it all.
I want the wind to swallow me.
And I want love.

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Jordan Lane Shappell.