blog of poet, leah umansky

EVERY HEART A KNOT

In every way against this

nevermind the tide

This will buoy beyond

to and fro

in every way this next

to sound    this next to sound

a volley.

this will be unconscious

(and for good reason, too)

You were never beneath

this breast or that

In every way splintered or

ingrained.

In every way dead, but sparkling

In every dead-as-a-barnacle plush

In every dead as a [nevermind, the rocks and glass]

a half-crisp mollusk or

yellowed pine

Admit it:  you wanted this mossy.

You wanted this thrown.

Here, take hold, Honey:

Every heart is a different knot.

© Umansky 2010