Your Heart is a Map

by Tasha Cotter

Sometimes when I read what people write

about the heart I feel I’ve traveled

the same country, took notes from the same

shores and church yards. I remember

everything, too: The mountains we saw,

the waves we swam in. Your heart is a map

to our faded territory

and that landscape loves a region

more than it should. Life can take the rest.

You remind me of what’s not here.

The strongest thing. I watch the trees

unlock themselves from the splintered ground.

I close my eyes, and am submerged in sound.

The storm will take what’s left of the house.

You know what to do. The air is whistling

its warning. Your heart is a map.