I breathe while I wait
In deeper to anticipate
I breathe to walk
In heavy and dry – arresting talk
It drags on what thoughts would disappear
It bridges and stitches the space where there’s none
I breathe a symphony at night and never hear
The steady beat and whistling with the sunken sun
I breathe whether I like to or not
Holding when in beauty or shock
I breathe to extend each hour
Though I am not strong or bright with power
The passion of my heart does not rival
All the deep down swells of my breath
For it is the origin of my survival
The happy, hopeless guardian from death
