Cloud Shaped Like a Heart

The man who will lead you can be nothing

if not already found underneath the

light-heartedness of heaven, (dawn)

if not under the light-heartedness

of snow.

 

He would have to have happiness

already sewn into his soul.

 

He bears no burdens from the past.

He would have to have only

half the weight of a feather

attached to his heart,

and ask only:

Why wouldn't a starfish

mirror the stars?

Why wouldn't a cloud shaped like a heart

have smoke pouring out of it?

Why wouldn't a small, sleepy town

have daytime crickets? 

The man who will lead you can be nothing

if not already found underneath the

light-heartedness of heaven.