Heartbeat
Lying in intensive care
staring at the bleeping machines
fed by pulses
travelling along wires
connected to various parts of me
I see the curve of my heartbeat,
not sinusoidal like the mains,
thankfully not a straight line
(which I wouldn’t see),
but a complex waveform
repeating over and over
that can be approximated
using the arcane maths
of Fourier analysis.
This tells me that if God exists
he must be one helluva mathematician.
Vivid images, Keith. The narrator’s voice is clear… do you think ‘thankfully’ is the poet’s voice and something of an intrusion?