Love is an action,
Not in-action,
Not a reaction.
For the newborn baby, love is skin and heartbeat
For a curious child, a father’s presence
For the orphan, an open door
For that other soul across the room, an exchange of glances
For an old love, the unexpected
For the wilting flower, a handful of water
For the eroding soil, a break
For the farmer, community
For a river diverted, a thousand people marching up to the town hall
For the immigrant on a boat at sea, dry land, and blankets
For the veteran still re-leaving a dark day, an audience
For the teenager intimidated by a world of possibilities, friendship
For the protestor on the streets of hong kong, a neighbor to the north
For the black activist, a heartfelt apology
For a tyrant, opposition
For a broken world, poetry
– Yoav