Heartening

Heartening

Our hearts are still beating, 
skipping 
a beat when awed, 
ticking
like time bombs 
that blow our minds,
not our brains.

Tissue, muscle, chambers, valves, 
doing what they do, 
to keep life’s liquids
flowing, circulating, 
animating this animal costume, 
capable of scaring off our kin,
gentle creatures that were here first. 

No worries, sibs, 
we’re not heartless.
Sorry, sibs, 
we're still learning.