Day 67

what would you do,

heart 
without a cell phone ringing 
or me texting and snapping and retrieving
one hundred and fifty times a day?



what would you say,

heart 
without me having to answer
every forty emails, deleting forty more
and bothering so much with Siri?



what would happen to you, heart -
in all your soft glory -
if you could just beat and love
and beat some more?


intuiting the vastness of stars
before night even falls.


catching his breath
before she walks into the room.


embracing my child before he walks away.



i remember when.


there was a feeling.


so much to feel really.


so much
more.