is: Loosen your stingy heart
that keeps you strangled
barely breathing
telling your self No
all day long.
Give yourself the big gift of
What you Really Want. Heart’s desire.
It might be something simple
like letting yourself
assign homework to the whole world.
Window shop the whole earth
for the gift that brings
mysterious smiles at two p.m.
and makes you leap
into each morning
eager for more.
You’ll know when you find it, whatever
makes you feel like
these poems feel to me—
Something bountiful and wise
Tugging your brain through
crowded fields of weeks.
And if that’s too big, too generous,
start small. Stop in the middle of the field.
Make believe your heart’s desires are
bright red berries you gather
growing close to the ground
hidden by real leaves.
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