“nothing is too ambitious for the heart” ~Jeannine Laverty
the heart motion, regularity
the heart hidden, revealed
the heart center of the house
fuel and drum
heartwood
the heart artichoke, onion
layer by layer getting
to the heart of the matter—this body
which surrounds
the heart we lose heart
we take heart we seek heart’s ease
our heartstrings
stretch taut unravel
because the heart is a loom
a wind in an open space
a signal over vast distances
it resounds
to the heartland which we miss
when we are beyond all borders,
far from
our heart’s desires, or pierced
to the heart we lose
heart’s blood as though our
hearts were torn and broken
in the bleeding heart of the action
the stormy heart the two armed spiral
past flowing toward what will be
the watching eye the ticking clock
all measures for
the aching heart
the murmuring heart—without its steady beat
we cannot revive
we cannot return
we cannot remember
the heart’s true home, we must wander
the heartless wastes eyelids fluttering hands trembling
bodies rocking toward the sluicegates
of the world’s waters which rise
into the darkest chambers
of the heart the rivers of the body
joining
the larger sea
the waves
under our toes
pulling us back
into the heart of ourselves