because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

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
salt.

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11 responses

  1. D ~

    I find that for reasons elusive to me at present…I absolutely love this piece.

    December 9, 2009 at 5:17 pm

    • thanks, D~ 🙂

      –jsl

      December 11, 2009 at 7:22 pm

  2. Glad it was a good thing.

    lovely job!
    Thanks for linking up!

    September 14, 2010 at 12:13 pm

  3. Happy Tuesday!
    Glad to see you in Jingle Poetry Potluck…
    have fun!

    xxx

    September 14, 2010 at 12:13 pm

  4. Thanks Ji! 🙂

    September 15, 2010 at 9:42 am

  5. 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!

    September 16, 2010 at 11:43 pm

    • 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!)

      jsl

      September 27, 2010 at 11:17 am

  6. 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.

    crb.

    September 27, 2010 at 8:54 am

    • Fool– you’ve hit the nail on the head, actually. The “wild air” was definitely the crux of and inspiration for the poem as a whole. The phrase is from Emerson: “Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air…” Thanks for asking. 🙂

      jsl

      September 27, 2010 at 11:15 am

      • OK, in that case I like the poem even more. Thought the phrase sounded familiar. Take it easy dry-foot. hahahahahahaha

        crb.

        September 27, 2010 at 11:21 am

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