a small taste (of me)

^{blood shaking my heart}

~

have you ever
wondered

what is the life
of you

what is it
that makes
you

you

~

in the night time
when I
should sleep

there are places
and ways
in which
the position
of my head
upon the pillow
facilitates communion

I am able
to hear the flowing
of blood
around my body

the particular
lub

and

dup

that is the sound
of my own
heart

beating
as might
a metronome

regular

rhythmic

lub dup
and
repeat

the life
of me

and
at that moment –
in the deep
of the night –
I know

I know
that
no matter
what lofty notions
of ideal
and aspiration
I may hold . . .

there is nothing
more
than the beating
of my heart

then . . .

in that moment
of deepest
awareness
I understand

and
I feel the need
to hurry

then . . .

in that moment
of even deeper
awareness
I know

time
is all
that I have

all
that there is

and I need
to slow
right down

to be sure
that
I taste it

~