I have been visualizing
my heart –
not the organ of love –
but the slick
soft feel of it
beating in my hand
squishable
firm
curved in four places
the giant strawberry shape of it
metallic iron scent
blood racing through
linked somehow
to the tide-cycle
stillness of the moon
with its steady rhythm
of rise and fall
fullness and retreat
now thin slivering
now full-puffed with breath
and life growing
in the sea change possibilities
of its power –
separate from the world
but tied to it
circling
gravitating
pulling with equal force –
my heart
the moon
the earth
balanced
by law
desire
motion
and one common home.
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