Read This When the Nine-to-Five Gets Tough

I’ve left my heart in

backpacks

hostels

campgrounds,

On mountain summits and in rooms for rent,

Between dirt roads and stumps of trees

I’ve freed it in

sand

water,

Infinite and clear,

On peaks and in valleys,

With friends and with no one at all

I’ve forgotten it in hand-holding

soul gazing

timid kisses in the rain,

Under circumstances both

of baby love and grown heartache

I’ve given it away on

cliffs and well below the sea,

In monasteries and cathedrals,

Praying to something new,

In journals stiff and tattered,

In quiet spaces of reflection

Yes, I’ve left my heart in the world,

For the world,

In pieces that will grow with the wild flowers in the rain

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