Stepping into Rock Creek,
the name becomes obvious.
I hop from slab to slab and wonder, but
the journey reveals the river.
I perceive the small stones’ certainty.
I throw my weight into it
and befriend gravity;
rocks far off come within my leap.
I commit myself bodily over water;
amid the momentum,
I bound upon the unveiling path.
I love you. I adore you. I admire you.
A selfish love,
for me your precious spark.
Would do things for it
without waiting to know whether
it’s tailored to your heart.
I dare not ask the measurements.
I imagine it boundless,
boundless enough to embrace this fondness.