My heart may be something... (previously recorded)

My heart may be something that lies cradled in the soft crook of the Indiana dunes
Outside the flashlight circle of the Door County woods at night
Hiding with the gray faceless men in the birchwood trees,

Or between my toes stuck on a wet Bermuda grass blade
Pressed by the crumbling street into the soles of my wrinkled feet,
Or clinging to my thighs, matted under sandy swim trunks;

Could be in the plastic yellow wings of a hook-skewered grasshopper
Or on the flit of a feather-soft mosquito blown from my nose
Fizzing between my eyes at the dry end of a palm frond string.

My self confidence, I know, is daisy green
Slipping with a squeak off the hard edge of my desk
Splashing across my new black shoes and dripping down my thin socks
Spreading me out into the world,

But my heart, I know, swims in the thick air of a hot Floridian night
And you can't go there just by missing.