listen, life.

The tiny life-breath next to my soul puffs sweet
Scents of this night and childhood
I think
all that life inside those lungs
Those lungs that once lived in the belly of my life
My life
My God
What a miracle
His puffy cadence marches on
in quiet night
How many and long
My own not his
His and not my own
Mystery tells on itself in a moment when
Mystery unbecomes
To be no longer
To breathe no longer
The thought makes me cry
So I shall
Place my ear closer to his back
to retrieve the joy of listening to night and
Life