What is a heart? Is it an organ? When I speak of my heart I speak of things that should be honored for their virtues or lack their of. Is this all my heart is? Remembrance? Or is it here and now? Isn't this heart MY heart mine right now and blasting like the throat of a robin in spring! Isn't my heart a calling to unburden myself? To let go of what is known to be expected of me and instead do what I must do, here and now. to do what it is my right to do! Where is my heart!