My Heart Goes Out

Time and again
My heart goes out
on the helper high

Limps home scraped out,

empty and

bewildered

My heart goes out

for hard love labor

Flagging, Fatigued

goes under

swamped in chronic crisis

My heart goes out

To save a soul

With narrowed eyes

yet wearing badges

goes lost and wandering

Bruised over well worn talkways

Compassion wearily trolls the front porch

puts ear to rail

anticipating the messenger

Braces for the swarm of expectations

and stinging assumptions

Now

My heart goes out

in widows weeds

Arms fixed across the chest

to peer across the threshold

glare into the void

From the safety of the house

This Morning

This morning

Wisps

The coffee smells diving in

Catching hold

Hooking my sleepy senses

Reeling me out of the deep

And onto my minds feet

This morning

Fire and Honey

The sun seeping in

Over my objections

Under my curtain

Igniting the trees

Drawing a smile across my walls

This morning

Cries

The young hawk on the hunt

Announces her sovereignty

Begging my attention

Turning my head

Toward earth in search of breakfast

This morning