Heart beat.

Once upon a time,
someone offered me perspective.

“Your heart is roughly the same size and shape as your fist.”

Somewhere along the way
I forgot that it is strong enough
to take a punch.

Somewhere along the way
I started to treat it more like a glass jaw,
fragile and susceptible to irreparable harm.

Somewhere along the way
I forgot that it delights in a good thumping,
with a pulse powerful enough to push plasma.

We don’t learn rhythm,
we encompass it.
My mother’s womb is where I first learned to dance.