Electric Heart

Alan Harris

Wherein does the heart

get its authority

to pick up the mind

and take it for a rolling ride

through a countryside

of gallant impossibilities?

My heart has leapt me

to a moon for no more reason

than it had to, on the chance

a fireman's net would be

back on earth to catch me.

My heart, no longer

trifling with blood,

pumps pure electricity

because I merely

breathed for eight months

the crackling of

someone's lightning mind,

now gone.

Nothing is left me but to thunder

and wait for the ozone to clear.

All