I can find you in the hammering between my heartbeats,
that moment of tightness when my breath stutters for a pause
my fingers tighten on the seams of my trousers and I can’t let go,
the split second where the world reduces to a pin-head.
When the oxygen leaves a room your chest hollows.
It is not a pleasant experiences, it’s both pain sharp and crushing.
It’s not my pulse in my ears but a waterfall exploding
threatening to burst me open like a balloon stretch too thin.
That is when I find you in the back of my mind,
when I feel your hands against my shoulders
and your strength against my spine.
Old conversations saved up like pennies rattle loose
until their weight is enough to keep me grounded
until my lungs catch up with my breath .
We’re writing a non-metered, non rhyming sonnet tonight at the dVerse Poets Pub. I’m hoping my attempt is close enough to count as a response to the prompt but I’ll let someone else be the judge of that.