NaPoWriMo 2

There is a way in which
when the wind is blowing
so much you cannot breathe

you wonder what it is
or who that makes you
breathe at all as if

you could remember
your first breath after
the trauma of birth

we change consciousness
before we even know
we are conscious

and out in the bare frame
of existence we choke
ourselves awake not only

for the first time but
the time after that
and the time after that

Really all we can do once
the train is set in motion
is watch it go by

no use climbing aboard
since you are already there
and anyway the landscape

around you keeps changing
at least it did at first
now there is just

this glass resting at last
in the window frame
as if it was almost breathing

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher