That’s what love is like. The whole river
is melting. We skim along in great peril,
having to move faster than ice goes under
and still find foothold in the soft floe.
We are one another’s floe. Each displaces the weight
of his own need. I am fat as a bloodhound,
hold me up. I won’t hurt you. Though I bay,
I would swim with you on my back until the cold
seeped into my heart. We are committed, we
are going across this river willy-nilly.
No one, black or white, is free in Kentucky,
old gravity owns everybody. We’re weighty.
I contemplate this unfavorable aspect of things.
Where is something solid? Only you and me.
Has anyone ever been to Ohio?
Do the people there stand firmly on icebergs?
Here all we have is love, a great undulating
raft, melting steadily. We go out on it
anyhow. I love you, I love this fool’s walk.
The thing we have to learn is how to walk light.