that our brain did not grow
All at once?
A little here
A little there
and here we are.
It’s like different
sheets of steel being
bolted
together.
That’s our brain.
There’s no center
to our brain.
We go from sheet to sheet.
There are those who
work at hanging those sheets
and turning them into pools
which flow together.
We see a moving center:
It’s honesty that holds our brain together.
Honesty turns over each day to courage.
A gentle river comes to view,
It’s love flowing through.