Heart

I am most in awe
of my heart
after it’s been sick,

how it comes back to life
a little at a time, peeking around
corners into the rooms
it reenters before revealing itself again,

hoping no one notices
the slight changes it’s been through
that, slowly,
are adding up
to the great universally
human change:

the Full Stop.

I am most in awe of my heart then —
I don’t know how it keeps working,
how it keeps up appearances,
how it beats faithfully
when it should be
in the greatest despair.