Staccato Heart

Written by: Heather Ober

Sometimes I think you can hear
The raging tide in my chest  
Sending waves to my throat.
Do you see them crest at my wrist?
Plunge, recede, and plunge again -
Your undertow has sucked me in.
Like skipping stones over water,
My staccato heart is lost at sea.
No metronome can tame it.  
No borrowed breath can save it.