CELEBRATION

To celebrate
the rise and fall of a breath;
one experience
of in-ness and outness;
rising and falling:
there is no hurry;
just imagining
the flowing fascinating
floating air
drawn in and out
rising and sinking
more and less
amplified and damped
from deepness to surface.
What it was is now gone;
caught and lost;
this blessed air that
came and took me
siezed and shaped me
coaxed and called me
out of myself
gave me this breath of poetry
inside
that puts everything else
aside
I lie here
to celebrate in language
the rise and fall of a breath.

Copyright remains with me the author, Philomena Ewing 2009.

No comments: