I promise,

if they told you

just to wait for winter

to feel something stirring

under your surface,

that they were only

partly wrong.

Time is a factor of the heart

in the sense that everything is,

but now and again,

when the sun sets on your

Daily sin,

you’ll feel something pass

through your chest.

it may be a sparrow

or an eagle,

or some existential exit

strategy.

But every day,

you will feel something.