How Love Gets Made

Our hearts beat time
As neurons race to build a bridge
To anything outside of itself.
A thousand strands hoist sparks to greet the wind.
A network of millions carries enough excitement
To be aware of the other person in the room.
Two generals, time and chance,
Lead an army of a hundred billion bowstrings,
Lashing out against the ramparts of the isolated self,
Where death’s power is ever under threat.