Le Coup de Foudre

A chandeliered mob

of three hundred reindeer 

                                            illumined
at the peak of a Norwegian hill

         

suddenly drop
where they stand      

     

looking for all the world

as if they still see.

French is clearest about the zap of love.

Hair on end, we look to anyone happening by

as if we’re still climbing 

in the direction of sky,

even as we begin to fall

into an ancient

and endless ocean.