Heart

Life is at the heart
of the wood,
the spark waiting 
in the tiniest seed
for sun, or water,
to set it free.
Each tree, each fish,
each flower,
each handsome bacterium,
each wailing baby,
each panting dog circling its bed,
each pinyon jay soaring in
the scented mountain air,
is rife with this beating force,
thrums with the rhythm
of the living heart
which is at the center of
everything,
which is at the center of
me.


--Timothy Haut, Feb. 23, 2016