I

I

To let past
pass
a part of my heart
must
mask. Please do not ask
me
the route is beyond my grasp, a slip a moment of lit
sun on hair, a quiver of arrows headed there, a laugh.
Please do not care
if I sound
stilted my heart’s lair is
surrounded
by nerves joy fun and
daring
to go
means to
me
pass past fast
then
please go slow.