inspired by Wayne Muller
I do not love you in 0s and 1s,
some straightforward proposition—
our love, my dear, is gray, is .772,
refuses to be simplified, reduced.
There is maybe in us. And perhaps.
Wouldn’t it be easier if love were like math—
a logical answer we could arrive at,
with binary digits to map it all out.
Instead, a word, a tone, a should
makes what is certain slip off its string
and the bits and values keep changing.
Somewhere between the 0 and 1
is a meadow where we might watch the moon,
a garden where outlandish fruits still grow,
a mountain we will never stop climbing.
I love it, love it, love it! So wise, so well put! Thank you, Rosemerry! Yu made my day!
thank you friend … I heard Wayne Muller talking about our media is driven by binary and how it’s possible our communication style limits our thinking to 1s and 0s … and it made me think how very muchly love defies that.