My Heart

My Heart I am a glass half full Sometimes sloshing over the edge A temple for fireflies, sand dunes Water by nature, that cuts deeply Beneath the reeds, flowing fast Rapids, sometimes violent Rushing past jagged stones To still again, gentle ripple My heart is like the ocean Vast and deep and full of whispers Rip currents and gentle foam Licking over the stones and sand Upon the shore My heart is like fire A column of flame rising from my breast That burns down those old thorny bushes Making way for new sprouting seeds In the morning I’m bleary eyed Fumbling for coffee and toast In the afternoon, agape with wonder At the cirrus clouds above In the evening I am still …or try to be Dismissing the stirrings of the day Shrugging it off like snakeskin Fidgeting, breathing, sometimes tears Sometimes laughter By the blue TV screen light I am a glass half full .. except when it’s half empty But I always, always Thirst for more