When it comes to
matters of the heart
nothing is certain,
and what seems so
solid and true one day
can be a slippery mess on another.
The fragile human heart,
this realm of desires and affections,
is as predictable as an ocean,
whose swells rise and fall
and then become flat as a mirror.
And yet for all its
twists and turns of fate and mood,
it is this fickle realm that brings
to life and animates all
that makes the human life
worth the living,
for in it the springs of joy arise
and the depth of sadness drips,
and love finds its deepest place
among the storms and the swells,
and the perfect crystalline day.
9/1/2017