Luminary

If you look up you will find

a heart space in the clouds

like a heart made by a barista with no spare time

but making art anyway at the top

of your latte as though the earth stopped for a sec

and there was time after all

outside you look down and aspens have shed their hearts on the ground before you like palm branches

and yet you keep walking to the temple to throw out the money changers

and the children are chanting praise to God and the pharisees are everywhere you cannot believe how they show up around you like fruit flies

spying and chanting their own thoughts

you know in your heart

it’s not you it’s them but you’re in their sights they are sneering at you after all

but a white moth rests on a residential flower swaying everyone is swaying together as the earth swings wide in a luminary arc and once again you see heart wings and your heart lifts with its own