Echoes
The room
Small, dark
Warm as a womb
Me, reclined
Half naked
Soft leather couch
Erica stands
Between me
And the screen
Probe in hand
Smearing gel
“This will feel
A little sticky
Cold
You will hear
Whooshing sounds
From time to time
This is normal”
She turns me
To one side
Probes again, deeper
Gentle, reassuring
Anticipating fear, anxiety
The whooshing
Whooshes
Images flicker
Buttons click
Later I ask
To see the images
Shaking now
But not in fear
In awe
There in nine
Moving thumbnails
In living colour
Is MY HEART
My SOFTLY BEATING HEART
Blood flowing
Neon blue
And red
UP the aorta
THROUGH the valves
OUT the aorta
Muscle pumping
Gentle
Constant
Every moment
From womb
To grave
When it stops
‘I’ stop
... Maybe ...
Tiny
Electric
Pulse
TUGS cords
OPENS valves
Allows
UP
THROUGH
OUT
UP
THROUGH
OUT
I am
In awe
In this
Womb
Of a room
With
Kindly
Expert
Erica
How many
Hearts
Has she probed?
Hundreds?
Maybe thousands
What a job!
What a gift
MY beating heart
Probed
Interrogated
Witnessed
With rapt attention,
Tender
Curiosity
Care
Feels like love
So intimate
Leaves me
In awe
The pure grace
Of this beating
The whole world
Of medicine
Focussed on
The condition
Of my heart
This care
A miracle
This beating
Pure gift
Sustaining
THESE words
THIS hand
THIS pen
THIS life
The generosity
Of life
Is AWESOME
- 15
- 12
- Canon PowerShot SX40 HS
- 1/400
- f/5.8
- 151mm
- 320
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