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