A Heavy Pressure
But here it happened. The room
In which I sought refuge became
The room in which I almost died.
I switched off the overhead light,
Sat on the edge of the bed, and tried
To ignore the loud voices
Downstairs. I was short of breath from
Shoveling snow, one of the choices
I had freely made that day.
I thought sitting quietly by myself,
Breathing deeply, would go a long way
Toward fixing whatever was wrong
With me. Instead, I felt a heavy
Pressure at the base of my throat
And when I tried to call for help
No sound came out. I tried to get up
But lost my balance and fell.
The noise of my falling shook
The house and frightened my wife,
Who, however, took immediate
Control of events and dialed
Emergency. The quick work
Of the paramedics, such mild-
Mannered men, saved my life,
I’m sure. Now I follow all the rules
I once flouted, and lead a settled life
With my wife, and our two cats.