I wrote this poem twenty years ago, and even then my years of romantic love were probably numbered, but I remember the discomfort of feeling willy-nilly in love.




When you spoke to me of love sublime,

i told you all the fears of mine.


i started silly . . . willy-nilly*,


but what i fear the most,

is when you will not love me.


* willy-nilly.  Whether one likes it or not · in no apparent order without direction or planning; haphazardly.


 Caption: Willy-nilly Surf—photograph by Annmarie Throckmorton, 1999.

San Juan, the Commonwealth of Puerto Rico, United States of America.

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