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Breath

Is it caught
in your throat
like a wide-eyed frog
with a quick heart jumping?

Is it hiding beneath the shell
of your ribcage tight
and holding muscles
shallow? Or

Is it fluid?
like a gliding bird unyielding
open wings feather-wide
through blue?
And

Is it even
Can you feel a slight pause,
that delicate change in your
own rhythm tide?

How far
does your breathing go?
Does it fan the toes, the fingers
the ears,

the breath itself

--does it spread?
does it spread openness--
elation carried in a hum
to every, every, every
every pulse of the universe?

I'm a quiet person. Don't like to talk much. I try to stay in the moment, but when the moment is uncomfortable, I am tempted to leave (which I have often done in the past). I am trying to stick to this process that I have to do now, and it is hard. I don't know what to say, afraid that I will say the wrong thing. So, here it is. Now, I am still here and all is well. I smile and breathe through it all.