the ecstasy of breathing
air snapping
finger tips chilled, wrapped on the silver of a mug
rush
78 days
more, no, less
fly away
stomach clench
head rush
so, too soon.   not soon enough
going
and everything changes
will change
and my life is ending
and beginning
transitions
      of mind. of blood. of breath.
jolting like the tides
      sudden but regular
      smooth but jagged
awake
and alive
tingling with the joy of it


back
2001, jessicarane