it was a good thing (he knew CPR)

the morning after
december’s first snowfall i
woke up in clear eyes,
borrowed pajamas and with a
chest bruised
from where the
doctors had pumped wild
air back into lips and
lungs that for too
long had tasted only

11 thoughts on “it was a good thing (he knew CPR)

  1. No wonder I am afraid of learning to swim!! But it’s ironic, considering how swimming can prevent me from drowning… sigh!!

    LOVED this poem, Siubhan!! Chilling and scary.. but at least he/she didn’t die… phheew

    Thank you for linking this one to potluck poetry! It was awesome!

    • Kavita–Thanks for stopping by. Loving the Potluck; gives a chance to drag some old gems out into the sunlight for a little polishing! (And of course to check out everyone else’s old gems, too!)


  2. Do you find the phrase “wild air” to be the crux of the poem? Just wanted to know if I was reading it correctly, because the poem presents such strong imagery of recovery from some horrendous fate but at the same time there is an ambiguity towards continued existence that really powers this. Anyhow, saw the link from last Monday’s Poetry Potluck and your last comment had me thinking, so had to check it out. Glad I did.



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