The Anchor, The Heart

Hello heart
I shyly said
wary still
in my head.

Hello, I said
as an invitation
come to me
I will not chasten

As I have so often
from my head
without knowing
of what I said.

Good morning heart
yes, I hear the crows
and now, with you
open up windows.

The rain is falling
the chill of Fall
the leaves turning
the misty pall.

And now the Jays
with piercing welcome
and a quiet lakeside
has no questions.

A growing boy sleeps
still yet innocent
a father for a moment
forgets his lament.

The heart will come
but always slow
it has a long way
from way down below.

It will rise
if you call
but think to much
and it will fall.

And like a great anchor
as you pull the chain
it will release
its’ silt as pain.