Your heart has a charge and I think the word eons
but mean the word ions. I'm thinking to meditate
on the right particles or valence or molecules.
It's funny the language I don't know about myself.
One time in Philadelphia, they sent me to the machine;
they read the tape and I was fine, except for one of the more
common arrhythmias. A lovely word. "Meet
my daughter, Arrhythmia."
People get on at 42nd, but not so many I have to shift
in my seat and clamp my elbows in. I'm thinking, To breathe,
and certain things I quietly delight in-- a young and lovely
black woman in '20s era dress; the calm and deliberate way
the woman across reads a gossip magazine, the dignity
of her posture; and, earlier, a young man reaching
across a puddle of slush to steady an old woman.
My heart in there sending out waves and eons.