My seven-year-old keeps bringing home drawings from school
of flying hearts.
Some have wings, others don’t.
I finally asked him today to explain his art
and my little sage had clearly thought it all through.
He said he’s been thinking
it would be nice if the sky rained hearts
instead of water.
You wouldn’t feel them touch your skin
like you do with rain;
the hearts would just disappear into your body,
go out your toes and into the earth
and then rise back up again.
Oh, and the heart with wings?
That’s the queen of hearts, he says.
Sounds logical to me.
