All That's Not Love
by Janella Rodriguez
All that's not love is the dearth of my days,
The leaves of the volume with rubric unwrit,
The temple in times without prayer, without praise,
The altar unset and the candle unlit.
No more would I linger past love's ardent bounds.
Nor live for aught else but the joy that it craves,
That burden and essence of all that surrounds.
Is the song in the wind and the smile on the waves.