“… after years of sitting he decided to walk again
and look for his wings
That is when he started to fly
wingless with heart.” (Bahareh Amidi)
And my White Angel from far away had said to me
‘Home is where your heart is’
She had said.
And I checked behind the sternum
And It wasn’t there!
And I don’t know where
I left it
on a corner of a bedside table
near a bed we made love in
I really don’t know where my heart is
I am confident it knows the way
back home to me
Like a bored tomcat
Following a crescent.