10/30/2023
Lungs… you need your Gut and your lungs when your heart and brain are working it all out.
My brain and heart divorced
a decade ago over who was
to blame about how big of a mess
I have become.
Eventually, they couldn't be
in the same room with each other.
Now my head and heart
share custody of me.
I stay with my brain during the week
and my heart gets me on weekends.
They never speak to one another
- instead, they give me
the same note to pass
to each other every week
and their notes they send to one another always says the same thing:
"This is all your fault"
On Sundays my heart complains
about how my head has let me down
in the past.
On Wednesday my head lists all
of the times my heart has screwed
things up for me in the future
They blame each
other for the state of my life
There’s been a lot of yelling - and crying
so, lately, I've been spending a lot of
time with my gut who serves as my
unofficial therapist.
Most nights, I sneak out of the
window in my ribcage
and slide down my spine
and collapse on my
gut's plush leather chair
that's always open for me
~ and I just sit, sit, sit, sit
until the sun comes up
last evening,
my gut asked me if I was having a hard
time being caught between my heart
and my head
I nodded
I said I didn't know if I could live with
either of them anymore
"My heart is always sad about
something that happened yesterday
while my head is always worried
about something that may happen tomorrow,"
I lamented
My gut squeezed my hand
"I just can't live with
my mistakes of the past
or my anxiety about the future,"
I sighed.
My gut smiled and said:
"In that case,
you should go stay with your lungs for a while,"
I was confused
- the look on my face gave it away
"If you are exhausted about
your heart's obsession with the fixed past and your mind's focus on the uncertain future
your lungs are the perfect place for you,
there is no yesterday in your lungs
there is no tomorrow there either
there is only now
there is only inhale
there is only exhale
there is only this moment
there is only breath
and in that breath
you can rest while your
heart and head work
their relationship out."
This morning, while my brain was busy reading
tea leaves
and while my heart was staring at old photographs
I packed a little bag and walked
to the door of my lungs
Before I could even knock
she opened the door with a smile
and as a gust of air embraced me
she said
"What took you so long?"
~ John Roedel