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