Leo

Hard hearted

Ain’t it funny 

how we don’t notice 

pieces of our heart are frozen 

until they begin to melt 

I didn’t know 

the snow storm started

until I was buried

I didn’t see 
that I was so guarded

until I found a lock on the gate

I didn’t feel 
the tightness strung 
through the holes in my chest 

until someone else
loosened the laces

Aren’t we supposed to hear 
whispers of the universe?

The soft rhythm 

of a zipper in the dryer

The hard hearted 
are often blind and mute 

but not deaf

Everyone knows the right song 

when it’s played 

I am not a fan of heavy metal music
But it seems to take that kind of sound

in order for the order of things

to get my attention

I am dizzy 
from all these rotations 
around the sun

How much energy 

am I exerting 

just trying to hold still?

I often feel the need 

to push against something 

or someone 

so I don’t fall down

I hope I can learn 
to become a wave upon the ocean 
Instead of an iceberg out to sea