Compression

(By Gub, Belfast, 21st of March, 2014)

Compression

On my chest

Life

passes in a

Second

The vanity

Of breath -

To gain back all

That death

Will steal

What fortitude

Stands

Is but

Little blocks

Cast across the

Nursery floor

The laughter of the child

Rolling down the terraced

Haha - the privet adorned in

Lacey dew 

The sun's heat

On a sleeping cheek

The white white linen

Of a convent's sheet

The lark and the colour

Of spring in the mist filled

May...

Life's lust for life

Which keeps the gift

Alive

This small

Point

Tempers the vastness

Of the universe

The coolness of that distant

Planet bereft of blue or green

The baron absence of any being

Enough to weep joy for all that can be seen.