© 2011 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
Reviving the Heart
Falling in love:
such a soft and easy phrase,
like tumbling into a featherbed
or a stack of newmown hay.
But when one has been without –
the heart a desert, dry as dust –
falling in love’s akin to the violence of birth:
shut up tight,
needing to be forced open –
not to expel, but to accept the thrust of emotion.
It’s not like riding a bike, you know.
You can forget how to love,
both in the giving and receiving.
Falling in love – like birth – is work,
not a cheap and easy talent nor a skill once learned
that snaps right back the next time you attempt it.
The heart has no muscle memory.
Once neglected, the elasticity evaporates
and leaves a barren chamber.
You can’t jumpstart it.
No storebought wire will send forth revivifying juice.
Rather, the heart must be massaged,
persistently but gently, from inside and out;
coaxed back to life through effort, perseverance.
Falling in love – after so long a drought – is work.
© 2011 RC deWinter
Digital oils of claret cup cacti growing in the high desert of Pawnee Butte
National Grasslands; taken from an original photograph shot in May 2004.
Tech specs: Photoshop 7, Filter Forge, Xero, Arkvis Oils