The Heart
Why does it beat
with the rhythm of my feet?
It goes where it is led,
but it fights with my head.
Hearts and minds fight,
for the lover's bite.
Yet the touch
means much.
My heart led me to the bar,
but my mind kept me in the car.
The hands on the clock ticked around the circle. The shadows slowly emerged from the darkness. Coffee, cars, cartography, and champions. Irish champions. Laughter and freedom. Trust and time. Pizza and porters. A night, a day, and another night and remembrance of all.
~The Piebald Penguin
