They Call Us Resources Now by Steve Denehan

I stare at a screen

the cursor blinks

I blink

at green letters on a black background

if I squint it looks like the Northern Lights

a little

I feel the air contract, become thinner

I yearn to take big gulps of it

I do not

all around me people type

their brows pursed

their fingers sure

I feel my ribcage tighten

I look out of the window onto Nassau Street

a pigeon lands on a wire

beyond it there is another office

filled with the soft light of monitors

and people, resources

one of them is also looking at the pigeon

we catch eyes, he shakes his head, ruefully

I peel my back from the wall and get back to it

Steve Denehan lives in Kildare, Ireland with his wife Eimear and daughter Robin. Publication credits include The Irish Times, Poetry Ireland Review, The Phoenix, Into the Void, The Opiate, The Hungry Chimera, Ink in Thirds, Crack The Spine and The Cape Rock.  He has been nominated for The Pushcart Prize and Best New Poet and his chapbook, "Of Thunder, Pearls and Birdsong" is available from Fowlpox Press.