Answer to the question: What am I seeking?

Love.
what else would there be?

but what love do I seek?

love that tears me apart like the wind rips the soft seeds
out of the thistle—

that lifts me, pierces me with raindrops, drags me down into the soil—all for love—

love that is a red jewel in a bed of coals,
that says “come close, soon you will require more than warmth,
you will melt and burn as I do”

love that peels a sweet orange for me and says
“I am the juice that runs down your throat, the flesh crushed between your teeth”

love, sweet ocean, if I were a fish I would name you, if you had a name I would call you,

if I knew what seeking was, I would seek you