Meeting

Poem by Angela Arnold

Breath held – while still idling in and out.

Breath as a bubble, something caught and sealed.
Breath expanding then, becoming its own country,
world, see: whole continents of breath.

The memory of so many breaths.
And now slowly partaking of other breaths.
Breath finally shared in community: listen.

One single Breath knowing itself.

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