Tuesday, March 26, 2024

THE BREATH

There's a part of me 
whose only function 

is to keep two 
other parts from
touching. 

It's clean, transparent 
and made 
out of something 

resembling light—only 
lighter, 

more gossamer, 
less well 
defined—

which is 
just what's required 

when you 
need to clear 
the air between 

the longings
of your heart 

and the worries 
on your mind.