Post by zachmiller on Jul 17, 2014 22:44:37 GMT -5
Still there/Still the same
I thought it might be miles
east of Australia, out past the busy distraction
of the Barrier Reef, out where the whole world
is only two things - just ripples and sky,
ripples and sky - I thought it might be
sucked down into the blue.
I thought it might be turning
in some slow down-current, thought it
might be bubbling, still pumping, pushing
oxygen through its arteries, might be wringed
of all its red as the weight
of the leagues it had passed pressed down.
I thought it’d get as hard and cold
as a toy tin helmet,
as a frozen green pea;
as colorless
as a whisper in a vacuum,
as a butterfly in pitch black.
I thought whales might hear it
as it tinged off a rock
once it finally reached the floor -
thought some monstrous crab
might try to hold it; might crack it like a walnut
in its giant, stony claw.
How stupid I was.
That was when I thought a heart
was a thing
that could be broken.
I thought it might be miles
east of Australia, out past the busy distraction
of the Barrier Reef, out where the whole world
is only two things - just ripples and sky,
ripples and sky - I thought it might be
sucked down into the blue.
I thought it might be turning
in some slow down-current, thought it
might be bubbling, still pumping, pushing
oxygen through its arteries, might be wringed
of all its red as the weight
of the leagues it had passed pressed down.
I thought it’d get as hard and cold
as a toy tin helmet,
as a frozen green pea;
as colorless
as a whisper in a vacuum,
as a butterfly in pitch black.
I thought whales might hear it
as it tinged off a rock
once it finally reached the floor -
thought some monstrous crab
might try to hold it; might crack it like a walnut
in its giant, stony claw.
How stupid I was.
That was when I thought a heart
was a thing
that could be broken.