My heart doesn’t behave like a door or window that I want ajar
just this much and no more.
Once opened, it yawns hungrily and claims more
and becomes so vast,
I occupy my heart
instead of it nestled in me.
How disturbing…how exhilarating…
I lose my balance.
Everything comes in.
Salty sea water
in which sometimes I surf, sometimes I drown
but just for a time
before I plunge up for air.
Dry metallic desert dust
envelops me; chokes and blinds me,
yet polishes me like white marble.
Bees and hummingbirds bring gifts:
a glittering tiny stone, small bones from recent feasts,
a scrap of paper, once part of a love letter.
They play a whispering magnificent symphony.
An ancient and nascent wind blows.
It cushions and lifts me on a journeying draft.
It caresses my cheeks and kisses my lips
and murmurs in my ear
of past adventures, inviting me
to love further.