Life Without Breathing
Cocooned in steel, commuting insular
Boxed cars moving chains of people
Herd mentalities viewing the posteriors
Of the objects preventing arrival
Instead of the angels enclosed therein
Arriving multiple wires connect
Cerebral cortex with devices
Catheterized thoughts
Spinning wheels of industry
Robbed the traction of meaning
Framing the captive day
Back in the box transport
Feet in predetermined place
Hands mandated on
Chain gang homeward bound
Home looms in immediacy
A zombie comes to dinner
Staring blankly across the table
Unable to hear the family
Providing them with an example
Drained of life
By the empty hours
Opiate Internet or TV
Perhaps alcohol or other
Drowning sensation
Sleeping too tired for else
Back to back in a marriage
Spirits sigh with relief
Thought factory shut down
Only to wake to another day
breathe
What do they say on TV when a character is injured, lying on the floor? Do they say, “Is he breathing?” Well, Are you breathing?
Feel breath entering your lungs, your chest and stomach expanding and the rush of energy to your brain. Feel the sigh of the spirit’s relief as tension is exhaled.
Noticing the breath, you notice you are alive
Notice you are alive.
