Love in a person

if it’s love we talk about
then it’s no use
some days you choose
others you just stay hopeless
and i
i have a jar of hopelessness
as wide as space
a stretch as the ocean
i feed to my wife as a river
to my mother as a stream
to my sister as a brook
to the world
as the sea.
there is no measure
not a drop
not a sprinkle
not a dam
i’ve become an overflowing
spring to earth
i give, i water
i wet, i damp
i dew, i melt
i am love, i am water all day.

leonell echa