From The True Story of Cowboy Hat and Ingénue
What of the Heart?
What of the Heart?
Everybody looks below the surface hoping they’ll find some meaning, some remnant of a wreck, cargo of lost gold, if they just look hard enough and deep, when all they need is a glance. It’s enough to brush the surface lightly with a gaze, here, where a fish can jump through air or a bird dive under water, where light breaks and joins itself. Imagine gazing at the green surface of the water. Your face, the trees, mountains and sky are there. One sigh of the wind is all it takes and everything’s gone, face, trees, stone, clouds and you have to wait till it comes back the same way you wait for your pleasure, slippery as a fish, to leap between worlds, out of the water, through air, and back again.
This poem originally appeared in Long Poem Magazine.
No comments:
Post a Comment