National Poetry Writing Month: Poem #7

It’s highly unlikely I’ll get 30 poems out of this month, but 7 is still more than I write in most months!

Sometimes I only wish
To plant my heart
In the soil of my garden
Let its roots stretch long and low and deep.

I once tried to plant my heart
Beneath the waters of Lake Superior
Where it could be warmer than freezing, colder than warm
Never longing for black soil.

But a heart beneath the water
Was never warm enough for love,
And a heart beneath the earth
Will be too rooted to yearn.

If only I could be the sort of girl
To plant my heart in the palm of your hand.
But these roots know too well how to break
Tangled in a tumbleweed.