Ocean Lungs
I wish I could draw air
into the bottomless lungs
that are tucked behind my
crooked ribs,
beside my lonely
livewire heart
that beats so tirelessly -
tentative tandem
I wish I could breathe in
my finite breaths
forever, without
skipping a beat
until my bottomless lungs
have had their fill
and no longer clutch, greedy
for stale air
I wish I could stop
dreaming of open fields
and empty cities
where I can go on running
until my tired feet have
had enough and
run out of endless pavement
into the bottomless lungs
that are tucked behind my
crooked ribs,
beside my lonely
livewire heart
that beats so tirelessly -
tentative tandem
I wish I could breathe in
my finite breaths
forever, without
skipping a beat
until my bottomless lungs
have had their fill
and no longer clutch, greedy
for stale air
I wish I could stop
dreaming of open fields
and empty cities
where I can go on running
until my tired feet have
had enough and
run out of endless pavement