Today's poem is by Beverly Burch

Rumors of the Solitary Pulse
       

You feel the world as a weight?
It's all that heavy air. Even a sparrow's song
creates a little pressure.
Once you were snugged inside
a small organ. Fed without opening your mouth,
no need to work those precious lungs.

Tiny jellyfish, how your arms waved.
Buoyant legs punted a soft wall.
But the bud of the mind kept unfurling,
pushing you toward the world.
O startling light, skip and jig of voices,
honeyed touch of flesh.

Rigged for reception you were ready.
Then the presence of air did you in.
O how separate you felt.

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Copyright © 2024 Beverly Burch All rights reserved
from Leave Me a Little Want
Terrapin Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission