Where does your heart call?

Poem on Laux’s “Heart”

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Heart with its eyes fixated on the creaky rocking chair,

Hopeful heart, breathing timidly, legs fidgeting at the desk,

Or heart is a full patio with laughter rising, drinks clinking.

Heart is the worm inching through the dirt, caught by a bird,

Heart moves like the thin string chasing after the nimble kite.

Heart of cotton, fur, feathers laid high, or bubbles in the bath.

Ready-to-go heart with its seat belt buckled,

foot on the pedal.