Heart issues are sometimes tricky. I’ve been thinking about how to keep my heart alive lately. Making eye contact with Christ is a way. Not “I” contact necessarily, but seeing Him more clearly. It must have intention behind it, no?
I know,
is the back seat really a place for love?
In one respect, I think not…
But hold on a minute,
I’m talking about love.
I dreamt I was a taxi driver,
in and out of traffic and jams.
My light was on, waiting for a whistle or a hand.
She got in and sat in the middle back.
The rear view cropped her face.
Her brown eyes caught mine in the mirror.
“Just drive a bit,” she said calmly.
I nodded and pulled back out into it.
She smiled her eyes and
I think I smiled mine back.
“So, any destination in mind?”
“Life.”
“Ah, sure, is that near West 42nd Street?”
“You never know.”
“Well, I will never know if you don’t tell me.”
She winked and fully opened her eyes,
briefly exposing the whites like teeth.
Somewhere, I heard the eyes are the window to…
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