Split

At first it was a rift
between ribs,
a strange shift

of breath, new
hope rising
in cobalt blue

a deep running stain
of life patterning
through muscle and membrane.

The CRACK-out freedom
took me river surging,
splurging into a season

unexpected,
each breath split
by let-loose laughter injected

into soul and body,
and I knew as bones snapped free –
I was whole. Somebody. Me.