this heart
resting in chest
swimming in
magnetic fields
is older now
it doesn’t skip a beat
pound
or flutter
like it used to..
its an old
weary ticker
now
still capable of filling
up
with joy
sadness
grief
and amusement…
these emotions
it encounters
nestle still
deep into its layers
keeping it
somewhat
young and excitable..
tempered with age
it rests now
quiescent and
becalmed
silently bobbing
in chest’s ebb and flow
placid
on the waters
of my remaining
time