Pointer

One thinks 
the heart
rumbles about
inside like 
tourists on
choppy seas
it doesn’t 
but rather 
bird dogging 
it runs
ahead catching 
the scent 
of something 
carried by 
the wind 
when found 
it does 
nothing but 
point for 
point is
all a
heart can 
do handing
it off 
to mind
and body 
to decide