movement
moments that pass quietly, invisible
systems, the quiet hum of the bus
I am hundreds of heartbeats
molecular apparitions of all
that happens inside me there
is no pause between breaths
but the breath that is happening
each person a small piece
looking at myself out the window
inside at a book or paper
each a reflection hearts beating
fingers pressing cell phone
buttons eyes follow
the quickly moving sky
outside,
a snow covered lake
a river covered in ice
on which we cannot stand in which
we cannot swim
a full breath
into
standing on the ledge
I hear traffic rush behind
on the freeway, waves
cycling, I face the lake still
circling
with each breath
I am in myself return
to my body become
myself again.
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