I recall
The bottom of the sleeping bag
Soft dark warm confinement - then
Sudden airless panic
The echo of a tunnel of bone - and
Pressure in the head
Waiting for the first breath
Ending aquatic - automatically - then
Light, a bright chill and fright
Gasping, lungs to fill - and
Awful silence amid the chaos
The beat of the universe stilled
I recall
Shadows of a memory
Panic in the bedding - and
Dim recollections as if second hand
Of an earlier truma still
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