Respiration

The long day stumbles,
falling into sultry night

and I am so tired

I breathe,

remembering what's been forgotten,
surrendered
to the hypnotism of life...

Spirit rises.

Sweet
silent shadowed space
surrounds,

soft shelter of soul,

transcendence.

I breathe,

abandoned to the swell,
the slow rushing wonder
of air and ether joining,

swaying lungs
like a ship's sails filling,

rippling taut,

releasing.

Somewhere near
the sweating cicadas rouse
and talk to the moon,

counterpointing the cycle

with rattling timbals.

RCGA, 2010