Breath
Introduction
9 August 2016
Breath II
At the Post
I walked out in the dark tonight
Just one week before mid-Winter
And even the dog across the road
Held back its bark
My hair was cold against my face
My breath was yet more fog
And even the sea was splashless
Was moonless
My frozen hand, like my frozen heart
Held on tight to that last splinter.
Then at last it lifted, tried so hard to let go,
As it posted you back your freedom.
Breath III
Winter Tree
My arms, my hands, my fingers
Reach upwards to the sky
Like Winter branches, not
Comprehending, who ask of me
Why ? - Why ?
I have no answer for them,
And I have no more for me,
But I know that the breath
that was my breath
that was your breath, that was
my breath –
is now just breath for me.
29 August 2016
Breath V
Silver Thread
A silver thread of thought
from somewhere placed
led me
like a tiny Piper
and wherever its way
my heart and soul all hollow,
wildly followed.
And I felt its breath-touch
host within me, and
its fine bright silver, thin
against my eyes.
I almost heard the sound
it made
unfolding by me
And it led me
to a hidden place
where it wound around
the empty space
inside my soul.
A work of art
was spun today
that saved my heart.