My Heart Is Not at Peace

If my heart were at peace

Would it be a blossom?

Or, satisfied, would it be a stone?

My heart is not at peace.

I woke up hungry.

There is wind but there's no song.

A satisfied heart,

Half sleeping through the days

In the wind, in the home.

If my heart were at peace

I would have closed the doors and windows.

Satisfaction feels like a tomb.

I was writhing in the tomb

My heart a frozen boulder

The"romance" and all i'd rejected

The violence in my heart,

The stone in the mountain,

All destroyed by the burning wind

All revealed by the sweeping broom