What the eyes read, the heart must write

What the eyes read, the heart must write


The words are plain and spare
and endearingly raw
spun with sweet sincerity
high violin heart string sensations
caught in a sod cabin
on the Oklahoma expanse
witnessed by indolent lizards
and wandering grasshoppers.

Days and years shutter by
the words sit on their page
once taking a mistaken voyage
in a garage-sale stack
of paper back books.

Lines that chime
against breaking adhesions of time
and clouds of being
gathered from afar.