My lungs wail into the night
like a wolf howling
or a coyote.
My lungs sound like a baby crying.
My baby part
instead of tears wheezing
gravel wheezing
begging to be held
and cuddled a crying baby.
My alive fossil baby self
with active tears wailing
begging to be held.
So my adult self comes
to my baby self
and with spirit
of those who cared,
loved and attended
to baby self.
Yet soon my lungs cry out
with fresh wheezing tears
in the silence.
Is there any end
to all this wailing, wheezing and crying?
Is there any end?