July 4, 2009 at 9:06 pm Leave a comment

to resume means

to start over again

it means, to breathe

deeply, close the eyes,

and jump –

if you’re lucky

the unlucky ones get pushed

are made to choose

between hitting their head

or scraping their knees

the graceful landing

and elusive phantasy

my mouth open

my throat unclogged

deep breath entering

into lungs

the snag is when it stops.

and you’re not sure if the air

you took in was enough

and you’re too scared to let it out again

so you hang on, turn blue

like in those Asterix cartoons

I forget which one

point is: the air’s there, waiting

and all you have to do

is open wide

let go

but you can’t

— no, I shouldn’t speak for you –

I can’t

because the air is all I’ve got

and I’m not ready

not yet to give it up

can’t let myself see

the breath beyond the exhalation


Entry filed under: Poetry.

confessions of a lost white South African the taste of truth

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