Jam by Karen Chase

Our love is not the short

courtly kind but

upstream, down,
long inside — enjambed,

enjoined, conjoined, and

jammed, it's you, enkindler,

enlarger, jampacked man of many

stanzas, my enheartener — love

runs on from line to

you, from line to me and me

to you, from river to sea and sea to

land, hits a careless coast, meanders

way across the globe — land

ahoy! water ahoy! — love

with no end, my waters go

wherever you are, my stream

of consciousness.