When air came in small
and left me wanting more
like a starving child, my eyes round with want
and my mind racing too quickly for me to catch a thought,
I sucked in slow and deliberate.
I listened to the voice say: “I’m working as fast as I can, soon we’ll be breathing for you”.
like the lone star that caught my eye.
I stared hard toward it–
past the hands,
and the tubes,
the needles flashing and the the swirl of lights that illumined the night.
red white blue white red
That solitary point of fire held me
Through the open end of the helicopter,
and I inhaled Hope
and it’s good, good light.
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