Wednesday, March 30, 2011

A cracking up of sorts

A leaning back
A pulling in of air
A wild push of everything inside out through the mouth
A stream of past brought to present in trajectory
like hanging dust passing through the light of a window
and just as warm
floating to settle
dissipate gently
and let go

then eyes open in bed
and feeling the body again
the heart in tact
the gut in ease and in place
and the knot of the the soul