Pilgrimage of the Heart | Alec Yorke
There’s a simple joy in letting your heart run.
So natural are the beats and thrums of its feet against the grass.
Let it run free to your friends;
Kiss them fervently like a lover,
Because why should you hold back when you love them so.
Versatile and flexible is your heart,
So let it bend and curve itself into a form where it can fly.
Let it soar above the lands and find its way into a stranger's home.
Be familiar and friendly and the first to say “Hello!”
Let your heart stroll into a meadow,
Searching for another beating heart.
It will find a rabbit, twitching and scratching and yipping.
A stand off with no malice,
Just mutual contentment of knowing without words.
There’s a simple joy in letting your heart run,
Back home into your arms, soft pats of its feet against this old carpet.
Back into your arms it finds itself,
Embracing its roots, its land, its body once again.
A day of adventurous smiles and temporary goodbyes; over, for now.
Alec Yorke is an Australian writer and poet who dives into the realm of the morbid, the obscure, and the painfully truthful parts of the self and the world. Although, he will sometimes write about pretty flowers and nothing more. Writing from a queer and transgender lens, Alec Yorke subjects his readers to more unconventional topics and ways of understanding. Often utilising horror, thrillers, and the occasional romance to create social commentary through his works. He leans heavily into allegories and metaphors in his writing, always asking the reader to observe and to think deeply about the words they consume.