breathing through it

 

the year breathes.
inhales in first breath
of the trees,
stoma new opened
by the song of birds
longing for light.

it breathes,
gulps morning
lungfuls of sea mist
and krill dreams,
exhaling mountains
air warm and fragrant
and humming exoskeleton
with uncounted
translucent wings
soft through the hill grass
tossing up estuary sand
back to the sea.

breathes
in daylight and night skies
and the rise and fall of tides,
steady as the breath of the mare
my lungs pushed
hard against their cage
to keep her pace
in the quiet
in the forest.

breathes in the seeds
that wait, grow tall
and fall with the seasons.

breathed his last breath
so slow and soft
like a sigh in the ordinariness
of the grey drizzle afternoon,
then the light turned
and forest birds sang him
to the sky.

respiration inhalation,
inspiration annihilation,
exhilaration exhalation
quietly holding my breath
the world breathes me
still.

the year breathes
in gasps and screams.
in words and sighs and songs.
we are breath.
we are breathed.
we are here.

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