Breathless

It isn’t as though there is not enough air to go around.
Even the sci-fi movies – the ones I’ve seen- have yet to pit
the black-hatted baddies against the white-toothed heroes
over the last supply of oxygen
for the earth’s last pockets of breathable air.
Still, none of it seems to be coming my way today;
or if it does, it blows in with a windy explosion,
or the bear hug of a boa constrictor;
a crushing, breathless embrace,
when all I wanted was a gentle kiss.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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