Out of the cosmic moving parts
I especially note the hearts

Cesi Cat lies by my chest,
her ear tight to my breast,
soothed by that moving part,
this almost 77 year-old heart;
its peaceful, laid-back thud,
like methane out of mud;
a relentless bass drum on repeat
in a person made of meat
in a universe of moving parts,
celestial objects and bouncing hearts