The heart has a compass.
\nIt tells where the horizon is.
\nIt starts at the beginning
\nwhere the ground is littered
\nwith yourself.
\nSometimes poems are left there.
\nSometimes a word
\nblows in the wind like a leaf.<\/p>\n
Sometimes people stop
\nand wonder,
\ndid a rainbow fall there?
\nDid a sea drain into the sky?
\nDid someone discover
\nwhy they were born?
\nWhere is true north?
\nBarely discernible in the distance.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The heart has a compass. It tells where the horizon is. It starts at the beginning where the ground is littered with yourself. Sometimes poems…<\/p>\n