Heart Center

today, my heart is
round.
it is on an airport
runway.
it is in a high school
classroom;
driving to Macalester
College;
slipping down a frozen
driveway;
standing in the center of
Times Square;
stacking primary colored
rings;
waiting for chirping in a
sound booth;
wearing headphones on a
school bus;
napping in the middle of a
large bed.

My heart is the center of
the wheel, standing
practically still and
watching as these spokes
speed in light years
around me, always
though, holding on.

H. Parton

Slowly, I am capturing poems off my Wednesday Poet blog–at least some of the more (perhaps) worthy ones, since I am no longer curating that site. Although this poem is about my role as mother, it is appropriate for dads too on this day meant for celebrating fathers this June, 2014.

My father and I about 8 years ago.
My father and I about 8 years ago.
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