This complicated heart

I lined my heart softly, with moss

Invited in scuttling beetles, slow worms.

Planted apple trees not knowing if they

Would bring knowledge, life, beauty,

Or the mayhem of fruit loving deities

With all their jealous foibles.

I am ready for epic, unreasonable things.

This heart is laced through with promises

Bonds and binds, pledges and vows.

I am old scar tissue and new growth

A forest unfurls inside me, deer roam

Trees above and mycelium below

I am an ecosystem, a habitat for ideas.

My wild heart, my dirty, unkempt heart.

Small enough to take in your hands, this heart.

Small enough to hold, and needing to be held.

Vast enough to shelter you, offering comfort

Enter in and rest here, amongst my trees

Lie down in my cool moss, in damp fecundity

I am fungi breaking down the old life

Into sweet, renewing decay.

I am live wood rising from out of history

Turning lost existence into living strength.

Growing the future with determined love.