2012-08-15T11:09:04-07:00August 15th, 2012|Musings on life|

This is a prayer, not a poem

The story in the paper
is about a plane crash

clinging to life

as though it’s all in his fingernails now
to grip the earth close
to his breath

as though he hasn’t already fallen
from the sky

but his is a quiet story now
as he lays in the fragile cocoon of time
while the doctors work fast
while the clock presses on
insensitive to his mother’s plea
for more.

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