one breath taken

East of the fog, I settle in for silence

I belong here:  under broadleaf maples

atop the mottled moss

and fallen feathers

the ground is wintry

quiet as a water skipper over the creek

weight shifting to forest bed

slumber comes to mind

tucking gauzy white gown around my knees

I draw myself in

I imagine a girl, staring at an ocean

unafraid of its vastness

unafraid of its depth

she stirs, diving into the aqua blue

past the urchins and otters,

the tentacles of octopi

she falls deeper still

surrounded by traces of bubbles

left by the flow of her movements

she is down where there is no light

only the feeling of resistance

between limbs and water

here, she sets up a house

lives on one breath taken –

taken in the light with wide open eyes

drifting across anemone

the skeletons of coral

she is asleep and dreaming –

dreaming in the light and of one breath taken

We surface together, the girl and I

a moth rests its powdery wings on our joined hands

we don’t move, we take it all in

setting amber resin on a small bed of stones

we see fire, we watch

smoke stretches in flight

a stirring of the very moment



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