Draw Breath
by Ian Curtress
That first breath of Earths
sweet air I remember not.
I am told I was reluctant to take what was to be
the first of so many. I have oft reminisced on my
entry but advised not to go there
The occasion, if that is the correct word, was a
mixture of pain, to which my Mother would never
admit, worry, to which all admit and the
incredible mix of relief, wonder, joy and love.
This is the only time in my life where these
emotions joined forces.
The event nearest being my Marriage, where I’m
pleased to announce, pain was absent. Felt only
by my Bank Manager. A somber grey head gentleman
who is now, I’m sorry to say, replaced by
binary and passwords.
When my mind has empty space, more frequently of
late. Age! I meander through the strange world of
statistics. I asked my doctor on such an occasion
is our Heart born with so many beats and to my
surprise he did not call next please but said
there is a school of thought on such, adding, to
which I do not subscribe. Restoring his
credibility.
Does that school of thought also consider our
Lungs are born with a finite number of breaths.
Why am I suddenly shallow breathing?
The mind then wanders, no bad thing, that is how
mankind has developed.
Not always for the better but won’t go there.
Save it for another vacant moment.
We breath because options are limited but breaths
vary according to current demand. A sharp intake,
involuntary. Full, when ready to sing. Rapidly
after running etc.
Like so many things in life we take for granted.
They say we do not appreciate something until it
is lost. Well with breathing that’s a little
too late
Then my my mind enters the world of fantasy.
What would happen if we had a World Breath Day. A
date and time when the Planets population would
all breath in and hold it for as long as possible.
Would there be enough for the other creatures or
would it all be stored in our lungs, albeit a
short time.
At this point you will be questioning, not the
midwife’s skill and dedication, but her
decision to wallop me on the back and release me
to Society.
Will be pondering this no doubt when I take the
Last One.
ps. That’s a nasty cough!
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