What do you think is love? 

I asked you once, 

You said with a faraway look

that it’s when you can be

Surprised by someone,

In the thought that they 

can be something else too. 


Since then I’ve held this thought

in my mind’s eye, always searching

and tallying multiplicities encountered

I mark them mentally today, 

But I tend to wonder —

Who is it that I surprise?