Focus on What Makes Your Heart Beat

Originally Posted: Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Focus on What Makes your Heart Beat


The world is in chaos,
inside your head a jumble and rush.
Focus on what makes your heart beat:

the pop of poppy-colored rhododendron blossoms
outside your kitchen window,

the heady feeling when you first embraced,
so high you saw the stars in his eyes,

the dog, sleeping on your foot until your toes go numb,
sighing in dreamy contentment,

the words that flow, easily,
ready to speak,

the sand between your toes and the cold water lapping your feet,
the first smell of honeysuckle in the spring.

Cocoon.
Focus on what makes your heart beat.

©Christine Salkin Davis, 2017

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