O My Heart
Phillip Whitman Elvrum
O My Heart:
What I find will be found easily and only when I'm not looking for it.
Without looking for the morning in the sunset.
It's like this that my will to live hides implied in my heart beating.
Without looking for fulfillment but just accepting it.
Oh! What's this? Is this my heart and is it thumping?
Oh my heart, oh there you are. I'd stopped hunting.
I thought you would be as big as a whale.
My nets were knit. My harpoons armed. I had my ship sailed.
Oh my heart, there you are: mouse nest in my hair.
Oh my heart, stowaway. I stopped looking.
Oh sleepy heart, what do you say? Should we keep thumping?
(yes)