by Debra Elisa.
What is it like to have three hearts pumping?
Octopus with its eight limbs—light a constant
If only I could learn patience as the Beaver
who gnaws away at the Cottonwood
her power to change the course of Water
to cause a massive energy outage
no internet
traffic jams for a half-mile
in any direction.
Sometimes when we try something new
the soul feels itself not just falling
in love but loving
as a grand gesture
a giving of Grains
the wonder of a Hummingbird
wings’ flutter 40-50 times per second
Giraffe’s Tongue black and blue
stretching 13 times
the length of a human’s
to lick another’s lips.
I am so often astonished by the Human Body
how mine wobbles its way
Earth suite responsive
to every thought or prayer
and on those most fortunate of Days
when the Heart usurps
leads Limbs to braise
bags of groceries
into feast
I cross my chest inhale
this mystic beat
until the next exhale.