My heart going boom-boom-boom

by Amy Turn Sharp



It's strange to notice things I must have just forgotten
back there in childhood dust
all those years ago
like the predilection of holding my arms
straight above my head
wrists limp
while lying on my back in bed

and it just comes back to me
as I look at him
like a miniature format
like a tiny blueprint
like a little rendering
of me

right there on that wooden bed
is this person
this whole person
with blood pushing
through his body
whole
aware
growing fast
like seedlings reaching for sunlight

he is so much like me
that I can hear my heart pound