An Unsheaving of the Heart

A wolf, black as night
circles the slippery banks of Reason
watching me drown
pulled under by the weight
of my armoured heart

I die & climb naked from the dark waters
no longer a stray dog licking at the air
trying to taste of the spray
I have lept over the edge
& become one with the falls

I am called to join the pack
& hunt the scent of wine

Tasting the sweetness
of Longing
lining my lips
I stand
eyes wide open
heart unsheaved"

-elizabeth weber
An Unsheaving of the Heart, acrylic on canvas, 20x20, $400