it will not be harmed

Pericardium 
                  Joanna Klink 

Am I not alone, as I thought I was, as I thought 
The day was, the hour I walked into, morning 
When I felt night fly from my chest where prospect had 
Slackened, and close itself off, understanding, as I thought I did, 
That the ground would resist my legs and not let them 
Break nor let them be released into air as my heart, in its 
Muscle, might be released from the body that surrounds it, 
Like someone who, placing a hand on a shoulder's 
Blade, felt a life move inside an hour and a day 
Break from the day the hour meant something more than weakness, 
More than fear, and flew forward into the depths of 
Prospect, your arms, where you'd been, before me, waiting 
For me, the way the body has always been waiting for the heart to sense 
It is housed, it is needed, it will not be harmed.