Thursday, August 15, 2013

Breath


Incessant metronome of beep and hiss
That count of indrawn breaths
Mechanical tracker
Of this thing called life

Silence so deep
Between the beep and hiss
A wavy line to distract the eye
From gazing too long on unconscious form

Breaths synchronise
Father and son
I draw in and wait
For beeps permission to exhale

We wait you and I
Conscious and unconscious
Breathing in time
All that’s left of us

Somewhere between
This breath and the next
Between your breath and mine
Death crept in

So now we wait
Ragged symphony of breath
The spaces of rest grow longer
Between this breath and the next

The metronome of beeps
Slows
And spaces ……..grow

Where breath                 breathed

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