Wednesday, October 15, 2008

poetry corner commercial break

The trail winds up, sometimes steep
The trail winds me, and I stop, lungs a slow bellows
Amid the cool cushions of redwood scent or snappy bay
Lately on these harder trails I have come to believe
That right here, under my sternum, I have a third lung.
It is exactly where my heart would be, if I still had one.
As I hike up, pushing my pulse, sometimes I suck the air
In and in and in and in, and in a little more:
And I feel the third lung open up a slight creak.
I think if I push hard and far enough, that lung will one day fully fill
Take the heart’s place so I won’t have to feel emptied of love

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