Heart (1).

Heart like the warm weather
bumblebee-type wood borer
that issues from some inner part
of an emptied-out sill.

Heart being the one
each day caught.

Or heart like what's loose--
tachycardic--it lets loose.

Heart: the issue,
freed, window lifted, fraction
of screen, its pendant flight
already nostalgic, all that
buoyancy gone distant.

Heart like the favorite
rock in the child's collection:
its heft, inner dark
veins, its perfect intimacy,
the many silent names
for things it seems to know
and submit to the child.

Heart like a house
by the turnpike.
At the window, say river--
all the travel and axles
disappear.