My Heart Sits

I have been ill, so that's why the post is late this week--but this is an older poem I wanted to share. Let me know what y'all think! 

My Heart Sits

I am going to tell you a secret, that really isn’t a secret at all.

Are you listening?

Alright.

The truth is, my heart likes to wander, and

sometimes she  sits, tucked away.

If you look hard, you can see her.

My heart sits on the windowsill, wishing she could fly

My heart sits in the ocean, rolling in the waves.

My heart sits in the pages of a book, riding on the words, lost and found again.

My heart sits in the Redwood trees, listening to their whispers.

My heart sits in the steam from a cup of tea, a showerhead, where she is thick and close.

My heart sits in the sunlight, telling me to dance.

My heart sits in the alchemy of learning, the realization, the firework.

My heart sits in the heavy green hills, wrapping herself around the valleys, the lagoons, the ancient knowledge that they guard.

My heart sits in laughter, jumping  off of each  expectant syllable.

My heart sits in  long glances, suspended on the bridge between two pairs of eyes.

My heart sits in old photographs, reminding me.

 My heart sits in sweet, pungent strawberries, bursting on my tongue.

My heart sits the candles, burning in their flame.  

She sits in the California night, in the silken shimmer of a party dress; she sits in old pajamas, in favorite movie popcorn bowls.

She sits in the flowers on the countertop, the smells of meals soon ready.

  She sits in the innocent labors of a bright-eyed child,

 And she sits in the nostalgia and the dreams of the girl that child became.

My heart likes to wander, but she also likes to come home.

My heart sits in this poem.