Thursday, January 5, 2012

First Breath

Shot from canal
we land naked
awash in blood

no boundaries
that we might touch
to get our bearings

Cold air slaps us
To breathe, we cry
and so begins

we call a life

©Barbara Moore, Co-Editor

1 comment:

Wrexie said...

Elemental and deadly solemn -- bursting literally into first breath, and no way out but through; not your usual wry, humorous "out." Here, a splendid reminder that each of us is simply a creator, free to experiment with blood and lungs and breath, until we are no longer able, last breath.

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