I Feel BreathlessbyJack Gates©
I feel breathless, as suddenly, I am taken aghast,
when confronted with blatant audacity.
The reappearance of people from my past,
to upset my equilibrium, disturb my tranquility.
I feel breathless, scaling to the top of lifes stair,
and the frustation of people telling me not to fuss.
Goals unreachable, to out of puff to get there,
like the distance between me and a departing bus.
I feel breathless, when entering a smoke filled room,
the pollution, palpitating my air starved breast.
At the first winter robin, or a spinning loom,
and when I hear of yet another nuclear test.
I feel breathless, when I feel the first pangs of love,
sight of a woman, with light shining through her dress.
Call of the spring birds, of the whiteness of the dove,
maybe, truly, it is God's will, that I am breathless!