Respiration

Simply sat, waiting the

Inspiration to wash

Across as a summer

Storm upon parched land

Or

The winter drizzle that

Comes across the hills

Once more to drench

Old bones already

Soaked and green and

Moulded.

I soon conclude my

Fifth decade of 

Breathing, perhaps not

Living that entire time

But drawing breath and

So bringing life force

In

And out a potent

Reminder to be

Lived through.

Inspiration drawn in

Breathed out, that

Natural flow of

Energy respired

Animates a Universe,

A flow of Love

Anointing the brow

Of all who stand

Look up

And marvel.