How Deep It Goes

“Deep inside believing that the hungry world won’t find you.”~Ann Wilson

Rare lake of bubbling lava discovered on remote Antarctic island.

In the frozen south seethes
a volcanic lake, remote and

inexplicable.  The stats show
it anomaly and yet, I bet

within me, the same
unclaimed, unthinkable in

this orgulous grownup
silverhaired and wrinkled

covert and sly.
In my early morning sitting,

I feel into the inaccessible
places I cannot claim,

surprised by their existence
off the tranquil maps of me.

The places where very young
beings howl forgotten.

I do not know which activation
bursts my grandson’s frown,

I am so angry with you, Bibi!

I meet his eyes with a gasp
of joy and jolly him along.

Where do you feel it, in your tummy?
In your heart?
In your arm?
Is it stuck?

Move it, let it flow!
We leap into the air,
swing our limbs.

Later, I welcome
the parts of me finally

dislodged, emerging like
a song of my becoming.

Inspired by: Jolly, Activation, Stats and Orgulous.  The title is from Heart’s song.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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