my heart

it's not me, but certainly one of the most
intimate and
essential parts of myself.
the one i cannot convince by force
of persuasion logic or necessity.

if my heart is the ocean,
then i'm in the boat without paddles or compass.
i wager my time by augury, for in the waves
i see the changes
as the ocean's temper turns.

and with every new turn,
the impossible door opens. looking upon miracles,
immovable witness, my humble bark surges forward.