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In Flight
Some days being alive
is harder than others.
Today a cloudbank sat on my chest
weighed me down
pulled me under.
Restless, I tried for breath
came up with only bubbles:
not enough for my blood
that grows richer by the day.
Time wears onward
the shadow follows wherever I go
crouched at my bedside
standing behind me in the kitchen.
Sometimes panic swells
my ribs, pushes
everything away from everything else:
the world grows large and indifferent
and I cannot find myself in it.
Try to see beauty in pain
try to hold down the rumpled, rippling
fabric of a windswept afternoon
in the face of stretched-out harrowing time:
today I could not.
My heart thumped like rabbit-feet
running from coyote
This is insanity I thought.
Dashing from the house under the grey
and tunnelling sky
I ran down the road shoes…
