Being warmed 

dips and rises

it’s another lesson in heart beats 

and listening 

that stops the breath

I know the wants will come and go like they always have

familiar 

what brown eyes turn hazel turn true 

you picked me

again 

the summer I missed the figs 

wildfires hadn’t even stopped my picking before

but somehow all of the airplanes did 

it took me a long time to learn that it takes me a long time to learn

I touch my heart to connect with your heart and wear a mask

I long to get my soft point understood 

and dissolved

under the piles of what I think I want