Dry Drowning
Breath is Life.
And I took mine for granted.
Effortless songs
and shouts
and oxygen transfer so my body could
Leap
climb
Push
Until the day it couldn’t
3 weeks of fever and sickness
Shallow breaths and weakness
Poorly timed and unnamed
Coughing
and coughing
Spitting up fluid like the drowning in my dreams
left half an ocean in my lungs.
After that passed, I thought I was fine.
Until I gasped for air doing the smallest things
Getting my mail
23 steps
Walking up stairs
14 steps
Taking a shower
9 steps
Taking out the trash
28 steps
28 years old and 28 steps
left my chest heaving
Did you know the lungs of birds
Are structured like a billow
Both inhale and exhale push
fresh air through respiration.
An endless breath.
I remembered being an athlete
Running and
jumping
for hours
I tried to build my strength back,
tried to jog for
2 minutes and
21 seconds.
I discovered how it felt to
Suffocate
Choke
Strangle
on clean air and sunshine
As my chest inflated,
coughed out,
clawed again for more
With no relief
Now each morning I wake to birdsong.
To instructions on
How to inhale
How to exhale
How to feel where that tide has crept.
How to taste that featherlight foam that divides
Breathing
And
drowning
7 thoughts on "Dry Drowning"
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This reminds me of how an old man once described emphysema to me. He said, try running up a flight of steps and then breathe through a coffee stir straw.
The numbers are a good pattern throughout this piece.
Yipes! I have breathing issues so this was hard to read! So much of my ease depends upon the weather…
Intricate and lovely!
packed a HUGE punch for me. The title just grabs you and then the poem takes you there. Thank you for sharing.
Wow! So powerful!
I love that your poems tie into birds so much.
And those last few lines… https://giphy.com/gifs/fuckthatsdelicious-viceland-fuck-thats-delicious-l3q2ApV53h4hrEuE8
loved this