Thursday, June 9, 2016

June 9: Bestest Daddy, Campbell McGrath, "The Human Heart"

My wife was working tonight.  My daughter went hammocking with some of her friends.  So, it was just my son and myself at home tonight.  A guys' night of YouTube videos and reading.  (What did you expect?  Porn and beer pong?  My son is seven years old.)

The best part of the night, however, was when I was saying prayers with him before he went to sleep.  He reached up, touched my cheek, and said, "You are my bestest daddy friend."  And then he kissed me.  I literally felt a fault line opening in my heart.

Saint Marty is having a cool daddy moment.  He hasn't had one of those for a while.

The Human Heart

by:  Campbell McGrath

We construct it from tin and ambergris and clay,
ochre, graph paper, a funnel
of ghosts, whirlpool
in a downspout full of midsummer rain.

It is, for all its freedom and obstinence,
an artifact of human agency
in its maverick intricacy
its chaos reflected in earthly circumstance,

its appetites mirrored by a hungry world
like the lights of the casino
in the coyote’s eye. Old
as the odor of almonds in the hills around Solano,

filigreed and chancelled with the flavor of blood oranges,
fashioned from moonlight,
yarn, nacre, cordite,
shaped and assembled valve by valve, flange by flange,

and finished with the carnal fire of interstellar dust.
We build the human heart
and lock it in its chest
and hope that what we have made can save us.

1 comment:

  1. See - the cool factor cycles in and out - it will always come back.