Inside A Heartbeat
by Pris Campbell
I shiver, naked under my cellophane raincoat,
walk in traffic, weave down city streets,
hope this wanton behavior will
flush out a sexy hero,
wherever he may be hiding.
A bum on the street corner
hands me a blanket and cardboard box,
never blinking an eye at puckered nipples,
never noticing we sit alone in the rain, or
that the silence surrounding us
is like the inside of a heartbeat.
Author’s Comment: Sometimes we all feel desperate enough to try anything to get what we feel we need. Maybe it’s not walking nude in a cellophane raincoat but the feeling is similar, nevertheless. The woman in this poem doesn’t find what she set out for, but rather a tramp in a cardboard box, an angel in disguise, perhaps, who offers her a warm place. A person who doesn’t take advantage of her desperation. Someone who gives her a chance to slip into the heartbeat of a wider kind of love.
Bio: Pris has been nominated three times for a Pushcart Prize. She has five poetry collections to her credit. A former Clinical Psychologist, she was sidelined by ME/CFS in 1990. She makes her home in the greater West Palm Beach , Florida , with her husband and three pets.