When I Touch the Ribs of Time

“The heart needs a home.”
~ Richard Thompson

When I touch the ribs of time in your life
Arising from your lovely chest, church’s eaves
Sing to the sky, ascending birds free of strife
Sunward heart’s hope, updraft of colored leaves.

Down deep in the bottom the boat’s ribs lie.
Forming the self’s hull, pine beams in the back
Bearing grand biography’s traces until we die.
Life’s sonata, ribs’ keys, they’re white and black,

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Yellow, green and red, the curves of the ribs’ health.
Rainbows around your lungs with inscriptions,
Messages for all to hear, about the wealth
Given by air, wood and blood’s solutions.

Thus and this our gift to all time and space,
Loving ribs freed, looking up with a smiling face.