Хана Блох. Загробная жизнь

Afterlife 

And then I rose
to the dazzle of light, to the pine trees
plunging and righting, themselves in a furious wind.

To have died and come back again
raw, crackling,
and the numbness 
stunned. 

That clumsy
pushing and wheeling inside my chest, that ferocious 
upturn 
I give myself to it. Why else
be in a body?

Something reaches inside me, finds the pocket
that sewed itself shut, turns it
precipitously 
out into the air.