Riding our hearts by Beth Haist

Riding our hearts
As if they weren’t as delicate as daffodils
In the snow,

Maybe our own natural
Anti-freeze

Wind wisps
Barreling Dust storms-

All across
This template

Given long ago-

Spring is sacred geometry-
It points forward and inward and outward

PI x 2 squared (we all want a simple formula)
Hypotenuse
Of a circle (well our circle)

Always traverses
And
Tunnels

Ones’ own heart-

A starting point-
Benchpress your own weight-

Drag your own indiscretions-
Off loaded

Let the Earth hold you-

For once allow
Her sacred heartbeat

Equanimous-
Hold yours.