SOL – 3/25


what the heart knows….

The doe shields the fawn,
the robin tilts its head to the ground listening,
a full-throated croak comes from a nearby pond.
Sometimes I know what I’m supposed to do too.

But I am also like the moth on the lampshade,
the possum halted in the middle of the road,
the fish tantalized by the flickering lure.
Confused, dazed, I blunder,
forgetting what my heart knows.

This is what my heart knows:
hold close, listen, love.


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