There are numerous times I've been left breathless over the course of my life. There was the time in the third grade when some punk kid kicked me in the gut at a soccer game in Miami. There was the time my family and I had our eyes superglued to the tv screen as Johnny Damon hit a grand slam at Yankee Stadium on Game 7 of the 2004 ALCS. And there was the first time I read "All That Glitters" by Bianca Spriggs.
I'm always a little bit hesitant to re-read it, like I'm afraid that I've unconsciously been building up a tolerance to its effect and this will finally be the time that this poem doesn't work on me. No worries - it always does.
