tiny heart / shell...

 

 

 

Once,

while out walking by the sea,

I found a tiny shell on the beach.

 

I held it up to my ear,

and heard

a tiny heartbeat inside.

 

And at that beautiful, yet brief

 tender-like-the-tide moment

 

I realised

it wasn't a shell at all,

 

but a tiny heart.

 

Your heart.

 

And as I held it to my ear,

I heard the sounds of:

 

tail tangled seahorses riding on waves,

 

distant satellites chirping & chattering, serenading the stars,

 

waves laplaplapping on sea-worn hulls,

 

lighthouses guiding but not assisting,

 

hermit crabs moving house for the sixteenth time this year.

 

And I also heard

amongst all these other

sea-like sounds,

 

(in this tiny heart-shell)...

 

my heart.

 

And the sunset tonight

is the brightest, most intense orange

 

I have ever seen.

 

 

 

(c) Brent M Harpur, 2013.

 

- For JKH.

 

"Please / Man ain't supposed to live alone / No that ain't what he needs / He needs to find a home /    With someone else that needs a man / A man that needs a home / Man ain't supposed to live alone."

(Josh Ritter)