Poem: "Taking Inventory"

TAKING INVENTORY

He had five fingers
on each hand.
He had a yellow shirt
that flashed like sunshine.
He had the help
of fresh water from the faucet
and lights
that lived again
as soon as he switched them on.
He had thoughts
that threw themselves up
in the air of his mind,
making merry.
He had a hole in his heart
where fear drained out
and disappeared.
And he had this particular moment,
a miracle,
the present parading by
with shouts and praises.