bag labeled love

Sometimes you want to fall in love
with the world
you see it from where you stand
and do
fall in love with it

Then it turns
you turn with it

But the backpack labeled love
stays in that spot
where it started to turn

The ride is vivid and indigenous
but you long for the love
you left at the start

When you round the end
it begins again
pick up the bag labeled love and open it
or does it open you