My Heart Spontaneous




Oh, these sunsets lighting up the wild yard
with true love big –
up like St. Maarten out of the sea!
Right in front of you through the great distance
like a turbulent navy hued conch
resting
in between you and your inability to try to believe
with your heart.
Me. My
heart

spontaneous still.



This recommendation:
We are not islands.
We are not islands.



But in this calypso,
the colored lights in Johonnos.
When these other ones move you?
Does your heart forget/
does it ever wish



for the mainland dreams?







-A. P. Stone