the blizzard’s accountant

Laura Kasischke:

Heart/mind

A bear batting at a beehive, how

clumsy the mind
always was with the heart. Wanting
what it wanted.

The blizzard’s
accountant, how

timidly the heart approached the business
of the mind. Counting
what it counted.

Light inside a cage, the way the heart —

Bird trapped in an airport, the way the mind —

How it flashed on the floor of the phone booth, my
last dime. And

this letter
I didn’t send
how surprising

to find it now.

All this love I must have felt.