I heard love was running out

So, I thought,

I’ll be out of love?

or nearly?

I have none in the bank?

None to be had at the store?

Love has run out.

I always thought it was plentiful,

that I could dip my hand in the creek,

come up with enough for a mouthful.

That it poured off mountains,

city streets were awash in it.

Every subway train, cross-town bus

contained it like the pool man’s

tanker truck full of love

coming to fill my pool.

I will stand here, chin up,

mouth open and wait

for replenishing.

©2020 Muriel Thumm