The function of love

is to apply a persistent upwards push
to lift, to expand
to buoy up that which is sinking
to exhale
into the balloon that will float others
away

The function of love
is to stay on the ground
and keep your eyes to the sky.



(This is the first in a series of posts, some abstract and some not, through which I hope to reimagine my aunt and thus understand her more fully. For more on her work and her life, please see this post.)