Breath. Road. Sky.

Three short poems for a heart that needs to pay closer attention.

Maybe it’s my grey hair talking, but I’ve been thinking lately about all the finish lines I’ve invented for myself. All the ways I’ve mistaken getting somewhere for just simply being here soaking it all in.

And I’ve also been thinking lately about how much of my life happens without me noticing it. I haven’t been a very good witness lately.

The breath. The road. The sky.

These three poems came out of me this week and I am wanting more to pay closer attention to the wonder that surrounds me.

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The Breath

Sometimes I’m afraid that I won’t discover
my breath until I’m about
to take my last one.

If I breathe 20K times a day,
how many of them are holy?

All of them.
All of them.
All of them.

But my lungs aren’t cathedrals.

They are twin redwood forests
where their branches reach for
a sky that I keep forgetting is there.

I inhale.
I am.
I exhale.
I am.

Someday my final breath will come,
but it won’t be any more important
than this one I am taking now.

Or this one.
Or this one.
Or this one.

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The Road

I thought I was losing the race.

Well, to be honest, I guess I am.
I’m bringing up the rear.

I think I see some of you up on the horizon.
And I doubt I’ll catch up.

I was running with the wrong shoes for so long.
That I fell way behind.

It’s weird to be in last place
While my legs have never felt stronger.

I won’t catch up with you.
But I don’t want to.

I’m not running for a finish line trophy.
That’s the last thing I want.

What do I want
when I cross over?

To remember this:

Forgiving ourselves
flattens every hill.

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The Sky

“Why are you crying again?”

“Because I have never seen a sunset like this before.”

“That’s what you said yesterday.”

“I know.”

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