In a Dark Way

me in the yard at the yellow house

In a Dark Way
my heart beats like a 
trapped and dying animal
like a re-opened wound
or soft fresh scab

it aches with truth
trying to escape
looking for a fruitful branch
a wise old tree
or mothering

my heart bleeds itself open
dripping small red dots
that smell like
the frozen biting wind

it pulsates raw knowing
splatterings of shut valves
plugged ducts
a brokenness
only some know

my heart carries me
it reminds me
it hears me
and it sees me
in a dark way
full and red and bursting

3/17/15