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Your Heart Has No Gate
BY MAGAZINE COLUMNIST CARYN MIRRIAM-GOLDBERG
No fenceposts to hang a gate from either,
nothing even to enclose. How can you hold the wind
when it sweeps through the stubble field of your sorrow?
What belongs here as opposed to there?
Don’t you see, little sister, old father,
boy on the brink of man, small child,
that there never was, never could be an actual way
to hold back, not from this sweet motor of synapse
and fire that turns you toward the moment arriving
in each breath. Don’t you already know that
your life is a flock of birds filling every branch
on the windswept cedar?
The scraps of lumber you place here, or how
you stay far back from the borderland
does not make an actual gate. A comfort maybe
but no gate. The vigorous gymnastics
of your thoughts lift and propel you, but still,
the heart trembles in its nest; takes in, releases
all your blood every four minutes;
releases itself into the stippled blues and greens
of the awakening world. It knows no other truth
than what it makes when you acknowledge
there’s nothing to protect, but everything to save.
Starting with the line, “Your heart has no gate,” write about the territory of your heart or soul or body or you overall. How is it more wild and expansive than you imagine? What do you find about this territory in the writing?
Beginning a writing practice? Getting started, groundrules to free you, and podcasts of other writing prompts. Visit Caryn’s Write From Your Life page (http://carynmirriamgoldberg.wordpress.com/write-from-your-life/)
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