If I was in love before it was a spring shower that collected
On the windows in the morning
Shortly dried by midday sunlight
And if I was in love before it was stream I forded barefoot
On an easy backwoods trail
With no destination but experience
If I was in love before it was a stormy Sunday at the ocean
Too cold to step in tidepools
Observing from a distance
And if this is love right now
It is a downpour wild and soaking
Rolling thunder singing to me
As I wander, wet and willing
And it’s the mighty Columbia river
That I declined to enter in my childhood
For fear that it would steal me
If this is love I am riding currents
Of the wild and reckless ocean
And I’ve long since left the shoreline
With no plans to swim back to it