The End of My Breath
At the end of my breath, I pause
feel life’s imperative growing.
I breath in.
What will happen with the last?
Will I rise upon it, or quietly
give it up
to flutter between air particles?
Will it hurt, or feel like
a burden put down?
Will it live on in those who breathe nearby?
Will trees inspire it, make oxygen?
Will it flow
on the wind to places I have loved,
to places I have always
wanted to go?
Carol Casey lives in Blyth, Ontario, Canada. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has appeared in The Prairie Journal,The Anti-Langourous Project, Please See Me, Front Porch Review, Cypress, Vita Brevis and others, including a number of anthologies, most recently, We Are One: Poems From the Pandemic and the TL;DR Hope Anthology.
Facebook: @ccaseypoetry; Twitter: @ccasey_carol; Webpage: https://learnforlifepotential.com/home-2/poetry/