My 18-pound heart

In the 5 seconds my back is turned
you are across the room,
and, cord in hand, you pull ...  the four-foot fan comes
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
over you.
Your tears are no match for mine
as I try to get my heart to start beating again.

For a second, everything was over.
But here you are
OK.
Missed by mere centimeters.
And in 5 more seconds, it is forgotten
and you are crawling onward --
reaching for the next life-ending adventure.

My heart is 18 pounds,
on all fours.
Pulling itself up on the furniture.
Chasing the cat.
Exposed to the world.