Like a boa constrictor
the intimations of mortality
remind me every day
not to take a backwards breath,
to keep my lungs filled
to the deepest point,
be open to the widest possibility,
replace each new disability
with a new ability,
and to rest, aware
that the damnable serpent
never does until
its eaten it's fill.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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