nausea
Troubles bubble
down
into a
sickly, sloshy sound
Stomach talks
provoked the rocks
to speak from
underground
Whimsy wishes
wobble-wince
bumbling
dumb-sweet
providence
wind, wax, wane
a sick, shaky brain
from walking,
and wandering
around
"in the breath i receive"
In the breath I receive I taste
Uganda on the exhale of the wind.
In this breath, we share a
toast to life;
We all share something,
I think.
In a ritual of words, I
found myself with the eyes
of a true survivor,
one having bled out, almost,
left on the floor.
In a breath, I share another
word whispered to my father,
who I don't see these days.
A word of understanding understood
through the inevitable touch
of the wind.
In a breath, each creature,
animal, plant, we are volunteering
together,
to breathe another time.
