not just ghosts

sometimes

I can’t breath

I hold me breath

then nothing

It’s 6:01am

and still

I drag my lungs

for air

I squint my eyes

if just to see

a swirl

a patch of turbulence

unfurl

a way to know for sure

I’m here

and not just ghosts

and specters

apparitions

coming into to view

to slip away again.

sometimes

I can’t see

through aches and tears

and gasps

It’s early

for some

but not for me

not me

I tied a knot

in a piece of string

remember

something to remember

what?

what was it now

oh yes

tight as my reminder

that I can feel

still

just about

enough to know

I’m here.

©robertgreig2009