This Error is the Sign of Love

This Error is the Sign of Love

"Man has to seek God in error and
forgetfulness and foolishness."
— Meister Eckhart

  • This error is the sign of love,
  • the crack in the ice where the otters breathe,
  • the tear that saves a man from power,
  • the puff of smoke blown down the chimney one morning, and the widower sighs and gives up his loneliness,
  • the lines transposed in the will so the widow must scatter coins from the cliff instead of ashes and she marries again, for love,
  • the speechlessness of lovers that forces them to leave it alone while it sends up its first pale shoot like an onion sprouting in the pantry,
  • this error is the sign of love.
  • The leak in the nest, the hole in the coffin,
  • the crack in the picture plate a young girl fills with her secret life to survive the grade school,
  • the retarded twins who wanter house to house, eating, 'til the neighbors have become neighbors.
  • The teacher's failings in which the students ripen,
  • Luther's fit in the choir, Darwin's dyspepsia, boy children stuttering in the gunshop,
  • boredom, shyness, bodily discomforts like long rows of white stones at the edge of the highway,
  • blown head gaskets, darkened choir lofts, stolen kisses,
  • this error is the sign of love.
  • The nickel in the butter churn, the farthing in the cake,
  • the first reggae rhythms like seasonal cracks in a government building,
  • the rain-damaged instrument that taught us the melodies of black emotion and red and yellow emotion,
  • the bubble of erotic energy escaped from a marriage and a week later the wife dreams of a tiger,
  • the bee that flies into the guitar and hangs transfixed in the sound of sound 'til all his wetness leaves him and he rides that high wind to the Galapagos,
  • this error is the sign of love.
  • The fault in the sea floor where the fish linger and mate,
  • the birthmark that sets the girl apart and years later she alone of the sisters finds her calling,
  • Whitman's idiot brother whom he fed luke the rest of us,
  • those few seconds Bréton fell asleep and dreamed of a pit of sand with the water starting to flow,
  • the earth's wobbling axis uncoiling seasons--seed that need six months of drought, flowers shaped for the tongues of moths, summertime
  • and death's polarized light caught beneath the surface of Florentine oils,
  • this error is the sign of love.
  • The beggar buried in the cathedral,
  • the wisdom-hole in the façade of the library,
  • the hail storm in a South Dakota town that started the Farmers' Cooperative in 1933,
  • the Sargasso Sea that gives false hope to sailors and they sail one and find a new world,
  • the picnic basket that slips overboard and leads to the invention of the lobster trap,
  • the one slack line in a poem where the listener relaxes and suddenly the poem is in your heart like a fruit wasp in an apple,
  • this error is the sign of love!