The Morse Code of the Heart | Poem| by Diane Ackerman

The Morse Code of the Heart
by Diane Ackerman

Poems arrive as meteorites.

Collecting them, I try my best to impart

impulses, the Morse code of the heart,

but I do not understand the vernacular

of fear that jostles me until art occurs,

or why knowing you from afar

spurs hours of working myself into the stars.

Well, I do know, but I fight its common sense:

I try to stabilize us through eloquence.

It’s an old story, better told than I tell,

how artists shape what hurts like hell

(usually love) into separate empires

of lust, tenderness, and lesser desires