Softly Pausing
A poem by some sure hand, by some
kind mind, verse by some generous
wielder of words, by some spacious
(and truly gracious!) heart, a poem
is my yoga mat. Reading the poem
aloud, softly pausing, to the 3 am
ceiling, walls, lightfixture: this, this
is how I "breathe my way back"
(as Julia might phrase it) "to myself."
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2023-03-25 at 09:11
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