Listen to Her Heartbeat

Without a map she circles
The weak bow down
To the invisible authority
She is lost in a field of green
Searching with her fingers
Like reading Braille for direction
Each lump and valley a different meaning
Unknown to us bio
Listen to her heartbeat

She has always been there
She has her temper and courtesy
Can be gentle and vicious
Never underestimate her will to survive
She is creator of new greens
And yet can destroy the same creations
Listen for her heartbeat

I wonder of her beauty
How she began
Not seen, but always hovering
She is a healing shaman in the North
And the harpoon that strikes his food
How can she be so free to locate
Yet we are prisoners between fences and lawns
I listen to her heartbeat

I will join her one day
At the top of a mountain
Or riding a wave
Pushing a sail
Or helping a young bird fly
Listen for her heartbeat

She is in my dreams
And keeps me company at night
To learn from her heartbeat
Except those nights she rests
She is immortal now, free
Without pain and forgotten memories
She is forever cherished
Listen to her heartbeat


-- By Kelly Simpson --
August 97