Your Heart is a Map
by Tasha Cotter
Sometimes when I read what people write
about the heart I feel I’ve traveled
the same country, took notes from the same
shores and church yards. I remember
everything, too: The mountains we saw,
the waves we swam in. Your heart is a map
to our faded territory
and that landscape loves a region
more than it should. Life can take the rest.
You remind me of what’s not here.
The strongest thing. I watch the trees
unlock themselves from the splintered ground.
I close my eyes, and am submerged in sound.
The storm will take what’s left of the house.
You know what to do. The air is whistling
its warning. Your heart is a map.
Silence. That gorgeous feeling just before a storm, the sublime anticipation…knowing and not knowing. “You remind me of what’s not here” – I could live in this line, fill my journal with her possibilities. Adore your Silence.