Breath After Breath
June 26 2023
The rise and fall
of breath after breath,
from the very first cry
until the moment of death.
I rely on this,
life-giving air
cycling in and out
regular as clockwork.
I rarely pay attention to this,
preoccupied, as I am
by the pressing matters
of daily life;
the many things
for which a man of my importance
must ration his time.
As if I'm inhabiting
a robot body
that runs automatically;
as if we'd agreed
not to bother each other
except in those rare emergencies.
Same with the beating heart
killer cells
metabolic pathways.
Doesn't matter
that I've never even heard
of most of what goes on in there,
the microscopic machinery
under the flesh
in all its vast complexity.
I thought I was in charge
but apparently not.
Except, that is, when I stop.
Hold my breath
go underwater
run out of air.
Or clear my head
and concentrate on breathing;
slow and deep
in and out
breath after breath.
Measured, steady, centred,
the monkey chatter
in my fevered brain
stilled.
Over-riding the robot,
imposing my will.
Who soon protests;
my head
filling up again,
lungs
as unconscious as ever
taking care of themselves.
The default state
of staying alive.
A passenger
once more confined
to the small sliver of brain
given over to thought.
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