Hart
The light of the heart is blue. It is a blue chamber,
it never ends, a summer night
stretched into dawn through which a deer bounds.
ghostly, calm, turning to regard you
as you stand on the road. And then
departs, having been held only lightly by the eye.
Everything natural to us must be felt
freely, like the clambering of a vine
through the asphalt towards the sky.
The light of the heart is blue. It is a blue chamber,
with a painted wall; in its distance a deer bounds
through forest patched by sun.
– Meghan O’Rourke
love this. Her work is new to me… thank you!