Morning Lament

Does it close a bit each time
A heart that risks opening?
Maybe a little tighter
a tad darker with each ache?
Does it need that black cloak
for a while
to gather speed or energy or courage to
make itself ready for another try?

I want to be as buoyant and brave as the little girl I watched this morning spinning in circles, just because she could. I imagined a vortex forming around her heart, moving so fast and touching profoundly, everything in its path, but at such a speed it allowed nothing or no one to drag it down into the shadows.


San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Mexico

Linda Laino is an artist and teacher living in Mexico. An occasional writer and poet, she enjoys playing with words as much as form and color. Finding beautiful things on the ground is a favorite pastime. Her paintings and jewelry can be viewed at her web page  and Additional essays can be found at