How She Regained Her Soul
The heart was the last to go
but left a clue where to find her:
a smooth river rock
heavy in my chest
I knew long before—
an image had relayed the nature of her plea—
a vision of us together
feeling the wind breathe the trees
For so long I resisted the urge
slapped it away
like a mosquito fat and slow
after gorging on blood
I was busy
Then another vision, equally impractical –
an image of myself hiking in a blue silk blouse
a knapsack across my body
filled only with water, paper, pen
The visions came when tears couldn’t
as the veneer of a confident face
tried to hide
a weighty heart of stone
When emotions upwelled
I composed reasons to resist –
Can one really hike in silk?
Can one really survive on water, paper, and pen?
Heart and head had been apart so long everything was literal
Like breadcrumbs on a trail
the visions led to a canyon
where a pool of cool water
sat motionless in the desert sun
By now insane with loss of heart
I tried to become the beckoning vision
flew to the desert to scout
a trail in a box canyon
I took more than water, paper, pen
wore microfiber instead of silk
followed the path to its end
a pond of murky water
I lingered but heart was not there
only a small spotted trout
I laughed at myself
for trying so hard
Heart is a gentle trickster —
the way she manipulated my desire
for reason and proof
left me curious and wanting more
I’ll let you think you’re right
I heard heart whisper
when you say
I just needed a change in scenery
Though just in case
I joined a poetry class
took up painting
spent more time with friends
Now she says to us—
Yes, I was quite stressed back then
as we put on a blue blouse
head out early to breathe the trees.
laura k. kerr, phd
Scholar, writer, gardener, birder, yogi
Student of art, poetry, and sustainable living
“So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.” — Mary Oliver, poet