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[ When Does the Heart Rest? ] by Taylor Mali
Our Science Teacher asked the question,
and we laughed at the kid who said:
When you sleep?
I raised my hand with what I was sure
was the correct answer –
When you die—
and then put it down quietly
when Angel got it right.
That didn’t seem like enough time to me.
But it was Angel again in the schoolyard
standing up for the heart
when the older kid said the strongest muscle
in the human body was the jaw.
No, it is the heart.
The bully said we should have a contest—
between my jaw and your heart—
and we all laughed because it didn’t seem like a fair fight.
And it still doesn’t.
Because the heart rests and keeps working.
And my money is on Angel
and his heart,
not the bully and his jaw.
And anyone who thinks otherwise
can eat their heart out.
(Excerpted from a collection published in NYC 2009 called The Last Time as We Are, courtesy of writebloody publications)
I occasionally get reminded by the lump on my own forehead that I need to stop metaphorically banging it against the wall. Finding a new solution to an old problem is a little more challenging. Lists of things I am grateful for can be a catalyst, or at least can serve as a come-along to winch myself out of a rut.
A few years ago, I discovered that the Golden Gate Western Wear in Richmond had some woman-sized snap front shirts, with diamond snaps, mostly made in America. Rockmount Ranch Wear. Truly great. Well made, beautiful, a great idea, and a pleasure to wear and own. They are among Joe A. Well’s finest western innovations. For these we are grateful. Thank you, Golden Gate!
Our country is truly the land of Innovation. It is hard sometimes to remember that, since sometimes every piece of news, the behavior of most people, and the design of everything seems anchored in stupidity. We do have real work to do.
I need to make an ironing board dobro. Right after I get some chores done.
In a few years, perhaps many of us won’t care about it any more and we’ll have our own zone where grown people make eye contact, talk to each other politely, and hold hands (for safety, as they used to do when I was very young — in the days when people still wore white gloves on occasion) while crossing the street.
I am weary of virtual reality, and concerned about the viability of other kind.