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.