My apnea upends my wife’s dreams.

Loud, German guttural sounds of snoring

abruptly halt and she wakes to wait.

Her breathing deepens with her anxiety.


My dreams continue, although I know not.


Maybe I am at the lake with the kids

pretending to be a sturgeon weaving

low and without a wake.


Maybe I am driving through Gary Indiana

while it sleeps under absent stars.


Maybe I am in New Delhi walking with a slum-dog

to his bedroom in the wastelands.


Maybe I am back with my drug delusional father

dying of emphysema and I didn’t walk out.


Maybe God took my breath away to take me

to secret places beyond this nightly death.


My airways open again and deep draughts

stretch the two life-giving sacks.

My wife is once again lulled to sleep

by my edgy bilingual breathing.



© Gerald Allen Barrett and parentheticallyspeakingin3d, 2012.

5 thoughts on “Breathless

  1. Powerful writing Jer, but I know from experience you better get that checked, or the Lord will call you home early!

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