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
