Iconography
by Robin Lyon

I.

It is your heart,
wrapped in thorny vines
like the mocked and crucified head of Jesus.
Dripping blood,
Still plump and beating,
With a knife stabbed through its center.
Flames burn your words to permanence.

II.

You fell into trouble like
a diver in search of pearls,
eagerly and easefully,
then climbed out again,
one step between jumps,
one lonely eye to your goal.

May 7th, 2006