Gift Of Life

Published March 3, 2018 by tindertender

Willow in wind

Here I stand
in the doorway
of my mind.
The wind
rushes past
my left as it
goes behind
me and circles
back around
to my right,
wrapping me

in its embrace.
Where is this
breaths source?
I look, yet
just at the arc
in front of me
where it turns,

there is a blank
space where
I cannot see.
This ellipse 
of ever rotating
breath, I am
grateful for that
which gifts
me life.

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