I’ve left my heart in
backpacks
hostels
campgrounds,
On mountain summits and in rooms for rent,
Between dirt roads and stumps of trees
I’ve freed it in
sand
water,
Infinite and clear,
On peaks and in valleys,
With friends and with no one at all
I’ve forgotten it in hand-holding
soul gazing
timid kisses in the rain,
Under circumstances both
of baby love and grown heartache
I’ve given it away on
cliffs and well below the sea,
In monasteries and cathedrals,
Praying to something new,
In journals stiff and tattered,
In quiet spaces of reflection
Yes, I’ve left my heart in the world,
For the world,
In pieces that will grow with the wild flowers in the rain
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