there’d be an earthquake of change

irises, tiger lilies, and winds,

the world begins to rearrange

and our breathing—we’d restart

place your hand on my            heart

            and feel the blood rushing—

a stream gurgling deep within

            why don’t we just let go?

in the canyon, we’d find the afterglow,

hear those deep, resonating echoes

of the swelling virtuosic violins

humming sweetly—

it’s abstract art, but what we’d need is

a change of      heart

            and it’s hiding in our periphery

            can we unearth it?

maybe it’s hiding to stay secure

maybe our                    hearts  

            need to be shattered

but to be sure—

            what if we could just risk

            everything

            and let ourselves fall apart?