Notice Me, Little Things

“Notice me,”
Little things say,
“Fit me,
Somewhere.”

“You will fit
Somewhere,”
I whisper,
“Notice me.”

Tiny fragments of sea shells
Once perfect for collectors
Now inhabit the sand
The Sea’s metamorphosis
Perfection for this moment
Not needing to be picked
Not needing to be paraded
Alongside perfect conches
Needing to be seen
Needing to be known
If only for this moment.

Smooth purple rings exposed
Underneath the surface
Show a structure strong,
Endured, now on the surface
Stating their presence.

I know where
You will fit:
Beside me
On the sand

Among friends
Ground down
Not to nothing
But into earth

Hold us up
“You do,”
Whispers
“I do.”

The Four Chambered Heart

Now, where are the words
The heart needs?
Sort through its four chambers
To mix blood for the body to keep moving,
If not forward,
Any motion is better than none.

From chamber to chamber
Soft walls,
Trim dangles,
Ceiling cracked,
Windows frosted with dust.
These images attract hope.

Like the frail old man who hobbles around
Believing he will golf again… someday.
We doubt. He doesn’t.
That matters.
The chambers still pulse,
Hear them hum.

A voice outside says,
“You are not alone,
Inside: something bigger.”
A window tap invites,
“Come out and play,
You are not alone.”

Buckets of blood
From each chamber
Like an Aztec
Bled out
Sacrificing
What little remained of the soft vessel.

Hope,
The old man still clings,
“Let’s go.”

Image: Girl at Window, Salvador Dali