Heart in a Hurry

When the day starts dreaming, that's when my heart's in the right place. No more sun to be stealing, I watch the petals closing against the coming chill. I see eye to eye with unblinking nature, lidless and staring, taking everything in. There's a hunger out here that's never filled, an endless energy that swallows every second of every day, and asks for more in the morning. What's wild is chaotic, you shouldn't mistake it for peaceful just because it's slow. I am too, but I feel the steady beating inside me, the pulse pounding a reminder that my heart is always in a hurry. I've gotten happy about being in a rush, feels all the more honest when I finally relax. I spent my teens and early twenties being frustrated with feeling purposeless. Now I never complain about waking up with something to do. It's worse in every way to be aimless. Light was all I needed all along.

 

May 28, 2020

Beaconsfield, Nova Scotia

 

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