my heart in a blanket

I was just lying down
minding my own business
okay
maybe feeling sorry for myself
when I noticed the blankets
rippling
the fabric draped around me
rippling because of me
because I am breathing
because my red heart beats
and it feels like the blankets were speaking to me,
something that’s always been true
that my heart has always been moving the world around it
that the gentle waves of its rhythm brush up against
the waves of others, the waves of you
And if I can pause the thoughts, the noise,
the screaming children and their shiny toys
long enough to notice that
because I am breathing
because my red heart beats
the world around me is moving
then surely I can see too
that I am enough
just like this
breathing
heart beating
all of us
rippling