One Breath (a poem)

One Breath

The slightest coolish wisp whispers;

Tickling follicles as they weave;

Awakening receptors one by one;

It’s journey only just begun.

 

Turning a corner, presented with the choice;

Down the wrong hatch to finish apologetically;

Or go with the flow;

Don’t overthink it, the body knows.

 

By now warm and cozy;

Communing collectively;

Exchanging gifts from cell to cell;

Magically transforming blue blood to red cells.

 

Job now done its time to exit;

Gathering steam on the escape;

Fogging up the glass;

With more greenhouse gas.

 

One breath in and out;

Enriching me throughout;

Readying me for the day ahead;

While bringing peace to my head.

 

(to be continued, hopefully)

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Be well,

Monty

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