“My Heart In the East”
My heart flies to the East.
In two parts does it fly to
the East.
One to hub
of Cajun lore.
One to the
fabric of
These two pieces that I hold
dear,
On many days I long them
here.
They live and breathe apart
from me
And remorseful I, an owner be
Their joys and sorrows I
never see
How I wonder where their
dreams take them!
My eyes search the Eastern
sky
Look to the West and I’ll
meet you halfway
We’ll meet at the
intersections of the mind
And you can refresh my eyes and
ears
Beyond technology, beyond the
written word
I hear nothing until
My heart flies westward.
Once again, it flies westward
And my heart beats in triple
harmony,
I can be whole again.
- Christine Malazarte (