but if your heart flutters

But if only your heart became wings

transparently suspending the hummingbird,

but if only your heart became a moth

springing upon a chaotic meandering,

but if only your heart became eyelashes

tapping views into thoughts into view again,

but if only your heart became a leaf-

flag signaling autumn upon a twig,

but if only your heart became a candle flame

to strobe past visions of night,

but if only your heart became a bow

percussing trills to poetic strings,

but if only your heart became fingers

straining for increments of strength,

but if only your heart became a curtain

laced for the gazing wind,

but if your beat became only a flutter

we would hold it in our hands forever.

-for Robin, may your great heart beat strong.

DGG 8-24-11
photo: h.g. giese