Open-hearted Surgery



Open-Hearted Surgery

This was not an elective procedure.

Growing up, I collected rocks.  Wet with color,

my toes buried in the sticky clay of this water.

the Red River ran strong and turbulent,

held between

the sweaty arms of Texas

and the fierce solitude of Oklahoma.

I now sit within the quiet

teachings of the Earth,

mirrored in her vessels

as in,

her shifting rivers.

I was once told by a teacher

the heart’s vascular system

could be wrapped around the Earth’s circumference

more than two and a half times.

As I hold

this incomprehensible knowledge,

I turn inward.

The clean pain I feel

is also

the unexplainable strength

of a heart still beating,

regardless of circumstance.