The Miracle of Breathing
By Jennifer Knox
Behold the miracle of breathing.
The bliss of nearly sleeping, dappled vision,
Spinning amongst carnations, lilies, and roses,
Remembering beloved faces of children.
She can't see, but imagines clouds above
Of sun-drenched apricot, ecstatic birds
Flying together above it all.
A heart can dream, even when it's in shards.
The food is not good, but somewhere there is love —
A family waiting for her to come home,
And meanwhile the miracle of breathing
Serves as the last bastion of joy.
“She's unresponsive.” Her hand feels more like a claw.
“Shall we turn off the machines and let her die?”
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