Breath
by Erich von Hungen
The ocean's breath
of fish and kelp,
of iodine and submerged, drowning green
upon the grove's wet mouth
of eucalyptus pods,
of scaling bark and long, thin leaves,
upon the street's lips
of garlic, onions frying, peppers and cut grass,
back and forth,
the ocean's ghost exhalations,
across the wider paved ways,
shot out like arrows,
those avenues
of fumes,
of puffing cars, trucks, buses,
of gasping bicyclers too,
came slow,
then panting.
The ocean's breath,
out, along,
up from the ground
where it was kicked by runners and pedestrians too,
was spread out,
out along the park's dark earth
up to the distant, glass-glazed building tops.
The ocean's breath, fast finally,
panting over,
possessing,
marveling at and mauling every single lump of anything.
That breath scaling,
covering.
Its moist whispers
in the hair of everything.
Its eagerness
of submerged drowning green
everywhere, everywhere.
And we
are as full of knowing it
and feeling it
as the other fish are
in their deeper wet.
Erich von Hungen is a writer from San Francisco, California. Currently he is involved with his YouTube channel called "PoetryForce", examining and confronting social issues as well as internal awareness exploration. For a collection of short stories, he was the runner-up for The Joseph Henry Jackson Award. Six of these pieces were published by "The Colorado Quarterly". Apart from this, he majored in comparative literature at Reed College and did graduate work at the University of Munich, Germany. He has lived in France and Japan as well as Germany.
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