super bowl

this sun shone

not knowing or caring that super bowl, the super bowl,

was dancing, charging and flaring 

along

the teams play in this super bowl,
in every super bowl
and zillions watch
root
toot
eat
flip channels
want to buy something they didn't know
they wanted to buy
drink
not drink
and meanwhile
on some real piece
of ground
somewhere on this planet
the super bowl bashes and dances
and strategizes forward

and
someone wins
someone loses

if it's a "good game"
they get to take turns
being ahead
and believing they'll
win,
each of them wants
to win

which is fun for the one who
does
or is it
or is it just not feeling bad
by losing

either way
it's over
it was close

life goes on

and in our love life
we can win
and that makes
our loved
one the loser

and if we gloat
about that
or feel righteous
or feel that we are bigger or smarter
or better than them,
then
what happened to the love
that flourishes
when
they are a delight
and a
wonder
and a bit of a
(or a lot)
a mystery to us

a mystery
we are intrigued
to discover
and meet
and merge with
and talk to
and leave alone
and come back together

the day
by
day
stuff

that's important

and being alive
and
awake
and
happy

whether they are there
or
not

for surely we don't want our
happiness
pinned to them

too much pressure
and our job
in love
anyway
is
to enjoy
and encourage
and adore
and that kind
of valentine's thing

why?
it feels good to love

we can't really help
it
when we stop the bullshit

....
good