DEEP BREATHS

THAT ARE REACHING BEYOND

I am breathing in and out: deep breaths.

Deep breaths for the Poetry I see

For the Sacred Pause I so desperately want to share with my loved ones at rigid work. Whose hands I want to squeeze.
I pinch my ears and massage life into them.

I tug on the lobes and say nothing.

And let my body release.
I don’t have words.

Just acknowledgement that this grief and this pain is here and I feel it.

And sacred creation means ironing it out of me