air

Wait, I've gone off track, again.
I was wandering around taking some deep breaths.
My thoughts were following me from room to room and out on the balcony, too
also breathing deeply. Thoughts can breathe...why not?
Thoughts need to breathe as much as anyone.
Feelings breathe. Love breathes. The planet is alive with everything breathing.
Pity the planets without air.
Here the animals, plants, rocks, seas, babies, lovers, grandparents, music, poetry,
everything is breathing with me, even sleepers.

It's late and you are elsewhere sleeping.
I try to feel your breath on my face, to hear it softly.
So warm on my skin, feeling the rise and fall of you breathing.

I stand by the door listening to the music from the stereo,
Charlie Parker breaths through the horn
the lines on the disk send waves thru the air
his breathing to my ears, soul
My thoughts go out on the balcony for air and I follow them.
I light a cigarette and think, this is bad for breathing.
I should stop punishing my heart and lungs like this.
You're in my mind and in my heart and perhaps even in my lungs,
which would explain the need for such profound inhaling.

so late, and you're sleeping, must be asleep by now
I look over the black air of the night in your direction and whisper,
I was breathing deeply and thinking of you and loving you and
wondering if some of the air you exhaled in the night
made it over here to fill my lungs.