Eyes close, mind opens.  

Cool, and crisp, humid, or dry. 

This new, nostalgic air  

has been borrowed before. Lungs expand… 

~~~ 

thinking contracts, to  

a soft, gentle focus on this  

generous and constant gift of peace, gestured  

to a hopeless, heavy, and hurting heart that the  

locusts have torn apart. And now 

 its valves unknowingly shut that second source of life  

out. Body relaxes…  

~~~ 

muscles are at ease,  

the heart lets its guard down.  

Attackers flee the fortress, there is  

just… this space, this moment, this  

breath. Lungs contract…  

~~~ 

new eyes open, alive and  

blood still flowing, but  

gentler now. Easier, now.  

Just breathe,  

now.