No Of Course You Are Not Poem by Mark Heathcote

Are you sitting still?
No, of course, you are not
The world is spinning
Whilst-even-now your heart beats.

Are you feeling contented?
No, no, of course, you are not
Your blood is hot and coursing
It's cursing that it sings and depletes.

Are you truly in love
No, no, no, of course, you are not
Your soul hasn't yet journeyed
Beyond that first stars, light
That opposite contention up-above, shining bright.