Bam
I do not hear you with my brain
which cannot kick in
unless my heart jumpstarts her
and my heart is not hearing you
Brain does not comprehend until the soul yells “yes”
this happens infrequently.
there is no rhyme or method to it.
it is not a planned event.
I can read two hundred poems
without hearing you because Brain is sleeping.
dreaming of other worlds, imagining her next poem
then BAM!
Someone's words cause my soul to do a wild Watusi dance.
suddenly the heart and the mind tango.
we shimmer, shake and slide, brain, mind and soul.
we finally hear you and see you clearly.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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