i know the sound of my heart
it’s close to my skin
when i lost my voice
it was the only thing i could see
now i am a river tossing
and i am not in love
with the modern world
i can’t turn my back on beauty
i have legs for the sea
i spend most of my nights
underwater breathing deep
the salty brine and hiding in the weeds
the ground circles the worm
the ocean caresses the eel
everybody loves you
but i think you already know that
to fall out of the sky we’re made
the earth’s but good for a grave
the sea a naked breast gently
moving against my outstretched arm
you know the sound of my heart
echoing a hundred times
pitched way down low
in the current anemones sway in time
bhagiti 6.19.07 perrysburg, oh