Friday Morning

Each morning:
      Right foot down, lucky foot first…
      And press go.
      Point A to Point B to F and G,
      Repeat and repeat,
      Reach Z, return to start. And go. go. go.
Our silent strength, we never asked for you.
But something, someone gives you to us anyway,
Finds us worthy.
Keep us propelling,
Moving,
Our breath.
Our life.
In and out—Point A, Point B.
Stop?  We lack the time, to have time.
To touch the power of each inhale, each rise.
And fall.
Repeat.

There you stay—always, my invincible, loyal friend.
My life.
This strength that propels us with every light.

Hours gone, if we find our soft bodies,
By some miracle or grace,
Some accidental evasion past
The haphazard alignments of time, space.
Back where we began.
Rise and fall.
No time to thank you, sweet breath.
And whatever, whoever decided you.
You.
You of all this world, and all not yet or no longer…
Should have this.
 

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