God the Mother Speaks of Hearts

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won’t you agree with me the heart’s a glorious organ

moon jelly a ghost heart throbbing in ocean
lily bulb an earth heart humming underground
bear a furred heart curled up in cave’s dark

I’m fond of hearts the way chefs are fond of salt

snowflake in the snowball’s down cold heart
moon night’s heart rinsing earth to pearl
thrush feathered heart rushing limb to crown

liberal with my gifts why not put a little in everything

horse a chestnut heart champing in her field
pear gold heart of autumn in the basket of your hands
fetus’s heart a mother’s heart how she bends to hear its hold

scattergood I impart the essential ingredient

black hole a galaxy’s heart threaded veins of light
burnwork at the center of earth molten heart
nucleus thrumming with simple purpose atom’s heart

when you rock to your motor’s whirring remember

I knit every heart to mine
even the tongue mouth’s heart pulsing through a poem
even a queen hive’s heart pumping a honeyed hum

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