personae

The Willow

The most wonderful thing
is to not have a heart.
No veins shiver,
emptying and refilling
my courage.
I have felt empty for you
because you do not know
God, in my way, deep
in the air where there is only
the sun and the moon
who braids my hair with her
long white tongues that are
the texture of warm seas.
Have you ever felt such grace?
Before you were filled with
the curse of purpose,
sitting there, long hours
at your desk. I mean to tell you
that under your skin
is not a riverbed of life.
Each time the clouds come
and open themselves for you,
you look up, think of your
emptiness, and are terrified.