How you are you

There is a science of the heart, is this feeling

pumping, or does the blood move

the heart in rhythm, keeping time,

dancing, maintaining

the logic of

physics, like it’s the same as love. (All facts melt to theory melt

toward questions, better questions, more

words for

–isn’t it too vast and too close to see.

So close one eye, focus or soften or

do nothing at all. You go on anyway.)

And is this constant motion

strength, persistence, or the reaction

made by or for or from

two forces meeting

(like every cell moves by or for or because of

longing. Close the door. Come close.)

And isn’t it more than two,

that mysterious

other in this equation of

Your body.

Your being.

And who is the you.

31poemsMegan Jones