The Gray Air Coagulates

March 22, 2018 | Poems

The gray air coagulates in my windpipe
The morning is primordial.

It was a morning like this my gilled great-grandfather
pushed through the surface of the ocean
to hunt for food on land
gulping air – this air.

Today, I start again my ancient hunt for food, gulping air
with half-gilled lungs.

Today, I have only hunger.
Something in the air.