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©Shers Gallagher 2015

Leave me air to breathe,
and I'll breathe humanity in gulps.
Breathing in and breathing out,
choking on the crowded streets 
amidst the elbows I am connecting to. 

What is this pushing, shoving 
need to be human?
Count me in and I'll be last 
among the first, 
my humanity touching yours.

Is this what it means to be human?
Leave me air to breathe,
and I am weightlessly
in charge of my bit of space.

It is enough on this teaming little 

green rock, turning brown.
It is enough for you and me, 
enough to leave each other air to breathe. 

Aisling Books / Magpie Tales


  1. Brilliant. We all need breathing room, Shers -- physical, spiritual or metaphorical.

  2. My thought was about breathing, too. Well done.

  3. Very effective response to the prompt; well done.

  4. Very nice write, Shers. :-)

  5. You have put it beautifully

  6. No doubt she loves her pet Chimps , but sometimes they can be annoying ....

  7. Ah yes, to be human! Lovely magpie.

  8. I really loved the repetition of "Leave me air to breathe" and "being human." Beautiful meditation :D

  9. we all need air to breathe. not much. but we all need a little


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