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.

Too much to ask

I love you. I adore you. I admire you.
A selfish love,
if that.
for me your precious spark.
Would do things for it
without waiting to know whether
it’s suitable,
it’s tailored to your heart.
I dare not ask the measurements.
I imagine it boundless,
boundless enough to embrace this fondness.