tender

last night when i started drifting asleep
i felt a sound deep within my body
a heavy coin spinning on an old wooden table
slowing down as it shifted 
from vertical to horizontal
wobbling out a rhythm
that i finally understood
was my heartbeat  

and the coin just keeps spinning
so here I am 
telling you all about it 
this morning

 

an effortless mirror of obtusion

for my dad

in our conversations

i find myself savoring the subtle echo

of the parenthetical ricochet

of the tone and frequency of the sound

and the vector implied

by your words

as they re-enter my atmosphere