What I find will be found easily and only when I’m not looking for it,
without looking for the morning in the sunset
and like this, my will to live hides implied in my heart beating,
without looking for fulfillment but accepting it.
What’s this?
Are you my heart and are you thumping?
O my heart! O there you are.
I had stopped hunting.
I thought you would be as big as a whale.
My nets were knit. My harpoons armed,
my hunting ship sailed.
O my heart! O there you are,
mouse nest in my hair.
O little heart!
O sleepy heart, what do you say?
Should we keep loving?
(“yes”)