A BRIGHT GREEN PATH
My lungs can't fill today
no cleansing deep breath to push the world aside.
My chest heaves in vain.
Infection settles deep.
I can hear air rattle
but it's not enough.
I'm bone and muscle weary
an ancient hide stretched tight over hollow bone.
The air rattles through my limbs, hisses down the chalky corridors
a sluggish river of fluid pushes through my veins.
I long for fresh green spring
for that full breath that heals
sets the world straight
aligns my compass.
The tree peepers reassure
and the tractors on the land.
These small things carve a bright green path for me.
Robin song flits across a rainy afternoon.
The month so green it's heartbreaking.
Tomorrow I'll have that breath I seek.
Tomorrow my lungs will rise without a quiver.
I'll breath strong and green again.