Meditation on Respiration

This poem springs from the collision of two forces: A prompt to write a poem with unusual restrictions put on it, and my recent rededication to daily interconnectedness meditation. I chose for my restriction a countdown of syllables per line, 10 to 1, then back up, 1 to 10. It turned out to capture both the rhythm and the path of the meditation, which is based on following the breath, in a way that pleases me.

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Meditation on Respiration

What was me is now not-me: Osmotic
gases from my blood ride the borrowed
air that my lungs return to the
universe with interest
paid in humidity
and heat. The flowers
I whisper to
gather it,
respire,
bloom.

Hold
for a
slow four-count,
then draw again,
engage in exchange,
an oxygenated
swap-meet with the grateful plant
on the table next to my blue
tea cup: What was not-me is now me,
suffusing all I am with all it is.

2016

(photo: stock photo)

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