i imagine we have one collective heart. where is the center of people who love each other? after all we are particularly dispersed. or do we take turns with this heart?

in the body, the vitality of breath travels circuitously to our parts. riding on one blood on its way from the center red and vital with air, on its way back delivered of its freight and blue. then away again robust. lifeblood. then back, depleted. the rhythmic lapping of vigor.

the heart is not breath. if breath is a message. it is an impetus of delivery, appropriately a beat, carried away to far parts - here is breathing, here is breathing. and back, where is breathing?

sometimes i fear for our heart. days that we need a lot of breath, or that we are just very far. and it is frayed with fibrillation.

some days the distances are bisected with elation.

or somebody will take up the heart and say come closer everyone. and easier, our heart beats a steady rhythm.