It’s what we need, wouldn’t you say? Something that gets in-between
down and up, in the space where
there is space to fill
unexpected and different
that opens fists, turns
ice into water, something to drink
swords to plowshares
guns and bullets to teflon-coated frying pans
on which we will crack and scramble eggs,
eat with the pancakes we share for breakfast in the sunroom.
What the world needs is saints, it’s been said.
Who will pour out love like melted ice cubes and if they die
die for a reason
not for some romantic illusion of heroism or self-glory
but for love.
Love, the four-lettered word for the four-
chambered heart. Today I learned
The average human heart, beating at 72 beats per minute
will beat approximately 2.5 billion times during a
lifetime of about sixty-six years.
Perhaps we should start a campaign
go door to door, canvas people to designate individual
Coordinate a global census and
share the data to match registered heartbeats
with each living human. Three people
could, with focused attention
in their lifetime love each soul.
And if we signed up four or more?
Ten or twelve
changed the world before.
© 2009 Andrew Kooman