Breathing
Nothing!
No sound
Around,
No voice
But mine.
I feel
Aloof
Alone
And still
No sound
But mine.
And then,
I feel
The air
I breathe—
A breath
Of space,
Spirit
Of the world
Around,
Greets me
With her voice,
A whisper
Of winters
To come,
Hissing
In my lungs,
Weaving
In my chest,
Burning
In my brain
Those thoughts
Of snow
Of ice
Of pain,
Until I agree
To say
Those words.
But now,
There's nothing!
No sound
Around
But my
Voice
And the echo
Of a whisper
Of winters
To come.
