Heartbeat
Beating in the womb,
Waiting to appear, to bloom.
Will it fulfill its dreams, like music in tune.
Faithfully, over and over it beats,
Were it syncopal you'd fall over in the heat.
As hands circle the clock,
Decades flash by, it never stops.
Keeping life's rhythm:
Rushing, resting, hurting, telling,
It echoes slowly, emotion swelling.
Who can divine the human heart?
How many beats in a day: 100,000
How many equal a life: the work begins when it starts.
Bearing up under strife, holding more blood than stress.
Volume, velocity, endurance, the machine's mystery is that it performs best:
Inflamed, impassioned, straining to the point of breaking
Full of love, filled to the top, henceforth it will come to a stop.
Pushing out one last beat, no more pumping remains.
Until then keep moving your feet,
The heartbeat keeps tune to a lonely refrain.
©Mark H. Pillsbury
*Note: I like to pin a #YouTube video to my writing and this time it is from the group: Hammock (I could hear the water, or can you hear the heartbeat?)
