When Breath Suspends

 

And when the air
has sailed back out,
breath suspends.
And rests,
invisible as a new moon.
How I love
this bottom of the breath,
the beautiful pause
of nothing to do
but gaze in grace
and trust.

With thought-free faith
in future inspiration,
and stockstill confidence
in the next replenish,
this is the moment
I can repose.
Diaphragm once again nestling
close to my beating heart,
this is when my cells
sing their 40 million thanks.
I smile my agreement.

©Susa Silvermarie 2021

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