The Poetry of Breathing
When I breathe
I echo patterns
Of ethereal movement
In a constantly moving world
From the sweeping curves
Of the waves
To the swirling winds
In the trees
I breathe in love
And when I breathe again
I bring to mind
The opera of life
Exquisite music
From string and wind instruments
And sounds
That flow in perfect patterns
To the throats
Of man, bird and beast
And when I breathe in life
I know a little of our world
And am allowed
To occupy it
So I hang on in
Sucking in air
Thinking about breath
And breathing
Loving it
And living it
My first unknowing breath
Was the gateway and entrance
To this miraculous world
But then one day
When I cease to breathe
And they turn the machine off
I shall pass happily
Into another time
Knowing that
My last breath
Is the divine exit