Heart

[Rob]

Heart


It notices without moving,


inside my skin,


It began and will end,


for my whole life,


unique , precise, yearning,


It lives like a poem

.

I reach for its mystery

,
its sanctuary unknown,


what keeps me alive,


what has it been,


the blood in my wounds,


or my desires 

or nothing I know.




It’s invisibility is secret,


my heart where it is,


it’s pace, it hurts,


it’s touch, it loves,


it’s truth, it cries,


let it be, my heart


melts meaningfully,


into a garden of silence
.