From time to time my love is like a sail

and when the sail begins to alternate

from tack to tack, it’s like a swallowtail

and when the swallow flies it’s like a coat,

and when the coat is yours, it has a tear

like a wide mouth and when the mouth begins

to draw the wind, it’s like a trumpeter

and when the trumpet blows, it blows like millions…

and this, my love, when millions come and go

beyond the need of us, is like a trick

and when the trick begins, it’s like a toe

tip-toeing on a rope, which is like luck;

and when the luck begins,  it’s like a wedding,

which is like love, which is like everything


                                    Alice Oswald