His first heart guided him around school
yard snowball battles, gleaned maritime wit
and wisdom from parents, absorbed their bright eyes
of compassion, sang through his teen aged guitar,
fast pulsed him for lovers, steered him through countries
and cultures, steadied him knee deep in college texts,
yet still beating strongly, led he, a mate and children
to Bowen Island, a rainforest profusion feeding
artistic talents, a western Eden isle.
With abounding life, his first heart,
a passionate motor, stoked his high energy
male force, until
fierce infection invaders stomped in.
His brain’s mantra, “Keep going,” weakened.
While disaster, perhaps a careless bullet,
smashes a stranger’s young brain.
Teen brain mutters its fading message,
“Oh, red muscle, do good for once, use…”
By mix/match miracles, the older brain
is gifted with a young heart, one willing
to change its ways, yet able to share
its street smarts. Fresh heart and
experienced brain cooperate to expand,
so man’s lyrical temperament burns a bright
glowing flow of understanding love.
It’s true: two hearts are better than one!
