Emergency vehicles
are on the way but
slow ones. You will
have to go on for
some time. Well, years.
Then one day they will
suddenly arrive
and show you your
chest, which is
neatly packed with
something, you see.
You thank them,
having feared you
would be lost.

Copyright © 2016 by Kay Ryan. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 3, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.