Dad

I'm still angry, but thankfulness rushes over
the sharp edges of it,
and is the overwhelming emotion
For most things.
Except the words "heart attack"
Then I'm angry again.
But I remember that pulsation,
pressing against my finger-
so o o o o s l o w,
but under the familiar texture of his skin
strong.
stronger than anger,
than fairness
stronger than the alarmed response
to technology's brazen beeps
and jagged colored lines
strong.
The living
moving
healing
blood of my father.