Inside the puddle there’s a sky.
The clouds up high
Are now below
But muddied so.
I walk and bring along my mind.
We love to find
What’s likely true
And joyful, too.
A fantasy made from the light
Still isn’t night.
It’s truly day
Revealed this way.
Photo: “The Interior of the Puddle” by the author linked to K’lee and Dale‘s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the prompt “Interiors”.
I am linking this also to the imaginary garden with real toads’ Tuesday Platform.
The brain feels crueler than the beating heart.
The gut is grosser resting further down.
Not being robots we are not that smart.
Our hearts don’t understand an AI frown.
The brain helps us when there’s a need to cope,
Anticipate how we should make some move.
Our hearts beat on beyond with rhythmic hope
Way past the need to optimize or prove.
The Moon and Mars are places we have sent
These little brains to tell us what they find.
The heart goes where no robot ever went.
We’re wise to kept our precious hearts behind.
Although we’d lose a game of chess to it,
We’ve sheltered hearts with love because of it.
Linked to dVerse Have a Heart! hosted by Lillian.
Linked to imaginary garden with real toads The Tuesday Platform.
Photo: “Heart Green Shelter” by the author.
My interest in the heart and brain connection comes from reading Rollin McCraty’s articles on the science of the heart.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 