Emptiness for nearly sixty years.
Never knowing why. Doctors thought
they had the answer last year,
when they found a hole in my heart.
But that emptiness was filled ten years ago,
when you came into my life.

This poem is my response to MTB: The Body and Poetry, the prompt from Grace at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a poem using a part of the body as a metaphor.

Early last year, I was diagnosed with a Patent Foramen Ovale (PFO), or hole in my heart – the possible cause for a TIA I experienced in late 2019 (with no more occurrences). It’s a congenital condition, and the doctors have decided to monitor the situation, rather than performing surgery at my age. On the plus side for my heart, I met my wife ten years ago.

NaPoWriMo 2021

~ Day 8 ~


Hold That Thought

Hold That Thought

What is a thought?
Is there a pulse in the waves,
when they’re transient?

One beat skips.
And another.
How can you know how many,
when they fill a moment?
A string of moments.

There, and gone.

Is there a difference between what you know
and what you can’t remember?

Balance is attained when it returns.

Or is it?


A first for me: Today I had an echocardiogram and a carotid artery exam.
On can never be too careful.

Image source: Scientific American