HEART EMOJI

HEART EMOJI

In my best moments, I have no objective.
The heavy present unrolls
as sights and sounds.
Just the evening air on my skin, is enough.
The sound of water, is enough.
Even too much, a mallard flapping home above the city
to some secret pond
above a distant laugh.
Passing cars
setting sun
rising stars—
a strangers wave.
All we have.
Our beating hearts.