Speak Heart

by Ronna Bloom

My heart is having a conversation with you.
It says, “I miss you.” Says,
“when I’m tired like now, can you take me out
and rinse me off with cool water,
and put me back?”
Or, “lift me by the ventricles.”
I don’t know for sure, I don’t speak heart.
What we have here are translations, secondary sources.
Words are weak next to our silence —
Our silence is magnificent, maybe even pathological —
so we don’t say these things.
Perhaps together we are teaching each other something local
and need quiet to hear what’s under us.
Apart we say,
Look forward to seeing you. Talk soon.

— from Juniper Volume 2, Issue 1