Particular Moments

Some of us

Perceive

Love

 

As we do

Bigfoot,

 

Scratching

Our hairs

Out

 

Pondering

The certainty

Of its state

Of Being.

 

There are

Enthusiasts who

Set out on

Lengthy ventures,

Hiking through

Dense forestry,

Over Hills

In endless ranges,

And past

Low,

Shadowy Valleys—

 

Only to return

With anecdotes;

No hard evidence

Sealed

In sterile tubes.

 

And

There are people

Who will try to

Convince you

 

That it exists

In the wrong

Places

By forging

False Footprints—

Just to mess with you.

 

But

If you care about

The Bigfoot

Regardless of the

Stories—

Books and Articles and TV shows

Painting it

In Blinding colors—

 

And

You aren’t afraid

To urge

Your own feet

Out and About,

 

Surprised might

You be,

Upon coming across

Bigfoot

In your trails,

 

Looking as Real

As the Ache

In your heels,

 

And finally

Knowing

So it is

Your

Love.