Your Heart, Praise God

I wish I could visit your heart like a museum,
pry open your sternum
with my hands,
exposing the bumbum bumbum
shining and red and pulsing
with your life.

I’d knock gently with a fingertip,
wherein you’d welcome me.
Through sinews,
sliding down the aorta,
veering around the vena cava,
trekking over the mountain tops of the atrium
and entering the pulmonary artery—
swoosh!
into the vacuum of your right ventricle,
down, down, down
hungry into the depths,
the pressure pounding in my own blue veins,
into the Tunnel of Approach.
Bright, bright distant lights
casting shadows on the scarlet cavern walls.

There’s your mom at the entrance
wearing that same outfit you remember
by the kitchen sink, in front of her sewing machine.

There’s your father bearing his Bible
to Sunday school and brown bags of groceries.

Your brothers near him, years ago outside,
the stick stuck through Samuel’s cheek,
the three of you watching evening TV.

Nanaw cooking dinner and cookies in the oven,
Grandy still sitting in his ancient stoic chair.

There are JB, Barrett, and Michael
on the shiny tiled floors of your high school,
drinking vodka in the woods
and on couches in the basement.

There are Ryan and Caroline
on their wedding day,
white dressed and tuxedo adorned,
rejoicing on the steps of the red brick Baptist chapel.

The girls you loved before me
standing shyly in the corner.

And there’s our church,
a human chain
draped on either side of your heart aisle
for miles.

Then I see myself
in a wool hat at sunrise.

But shortly after I realize the light’s
grown much too bright.
Tiny infinite shards of
absolute fluorescent perception…
And when any further approach becomes impossible
I seek desperately to squint against the
glare but catch only a glimpse of
hem.

Amen

 


 

One comment

  1. I write poetry too, it’s always been a way for me to express that which was otherwise inexpressible. Poetry and prose are expressions of spirit 🙂

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