exhale
is what the rain says
though the skylight leaks
below the new roof
into the room
and my breath feels stuck
inside my chest at midnight
come on, breathe!
call for help in morning
after rest
before the farmers market
and the swimming pool
shhhh
there's another side to this
somewhere near
it's dry enough for fireworks
imagine,
someone out there found a way
to dodge the downpour
and send out
a spark
inhale
is what the rain sings
take this opportunity to practice
surrender
giving time and space
to all that enters
making room
for what comes next
exhale
ok, I would say you have the feelings of late pregnancy pretty much DOWN! these poems are so powerful.
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