My Son, an Intern, Shows Me an X-ray of a Patient’s Lungs

 

And I see air pockets

stranded in pond-ice

after a hard freeze.

I see the lake breathing,

the algal bottom releasing

methane bubbles –

The bones of the thoracic spine

bend with what is carried.

The right lung is occluded –

the milky shade of slush.

There is still one deep pool

of black ice in the left lung

large enough to reflect a star.

There is still one well of hope.

I ask my hope to ferry me

down – down – a water lily

tuber rooting in the void.

I think of the hole

god made in Adam’s

side, that maelstrom

from which we are plucked –

toward which we go.

Kathryn Weld

Kathryn Weld is a writer and mathematician living in Pleasantville, New York. She is the author of AFTERIMAGE (Pine Row Press 2023) and a chapbook, WAKING LIGHT (Kattywompus Press 2019). Her poetry and prose appear in journals such as The American Book Review, The Cortland Review, Gyroscope Review, The Southeast Review, Valparaiso Poetry Review, and elsewhere. Her website is www.kathrynweld.com

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