Oh Heart

Oh Heart

Oh heart,

were you formed from 

all the cells of all the

other cells and placed

in my chest?

That never-ending matter

made of other parts

of other hearts,

from love, worry,

shame, blame,

ache and despair?

Was it an evolution, or

the gathering of star

stuff?  I know you

feel it all, 

pulsing

jumping

thumping

and

pumping.

Sometimes a beat of

gratitude, but often

an earthquake whose

magnitude is 8.0

on the Richter Scale

of Richter Scales. 

Seismographic Oscillations.

Heartache Equations.

Loving Persuasions.

Feeling Elations.

Fearful Occasions.

You beat in my head

all week, mostly

on the left side

right underneath 

my eye.

Is there a way, can someone

show me how to

make an exchange,

explain to my brain,

that my heart needs

to lead instead

of my head?

-Laurie Benson 2019©