About
THE HEART OF THE WORLD
by Joellyn Marshall
My purse holds words, thousands of them
set down on scraps of paper,
with a fluid pen.
I can never find my keys
in that black hole, but
I locate the folded bits of paper easily.
They are zipped into an interior pocket.
I need them for my work.
The words living on the scraps
must be gathered, woven together
with the knotted string and grasses,
into a circle of braided twigs I found,
just yesterday.
It is serious work, tedious
and time consuming.
But in the end,
my hope is that the nest
will be strong and warm enough
to hold the heart of the world.
The poem above describes me best. I am just one single human trying to make the world a better place by doing what one single human can do instead of just losing hope.
My name is Joellyn Marshall. I live in a suburb of New Orleans with my family and enjoy writing, reading, gardening, grandparenting, and all things southern.