Can't Plant Your Heart

There are times you walk away with your words

Though your heart’s in place

Deep in the grain

Rollin’ like a tractor on a prairie plain

There are miles you look ahead at

And there are no tracks

It is your meadow

But you can’t plant your heart

The arteries won’t take to root, they

Reach out like arms

Claspin’ at an unattainable fruit

And your tongue cannot talk of the lips it lives in

And your hands cannot feel through the gloves they’re wearin’

And the baby inside will never be born

Though you hear the cry from midnight to mornin’

There are suns you never saw

And sunsets cracked like egg yolks raw

There are walls you never climbed

And scars are your skin I will never find

There are coffins with no bones

And pillboxes though no one’s coughin’

There are sticks and there are stones

But there is no body to be thrown at

Since you can’t plant your heart

The arteries won’t take to root, they

Reach out like arms

Claspin’ at an unattainable fruit

And your tongue cannot talk of the lips it lives in

And your hands cannot feel through the gloves they’re wearin’

And the baby inside will never be born

Though you hear the cry from midnight to mornin’

I wrote this in the summer of 2006.

I guess it was a way for "the tongue to talk."