Centered Heart

today, my heart is
round.
it is on an airport
runway.
it is in a high school
classroom;
driving to Macalester
College;
slipping down a frozen
driveway;
standing in the center of
Times Square;
stacking primary colored
rings;
waiting for chirping in a
sound booth;
wearing headphones on a
school bus;
napping in the middle of a
large bed.

My heart is the center of
the wheel, standing
practically still and
watching as these spokes
speed in light years
around me, always
though, holding on.