Lucky I draw my breath

Lucky I draw my breath from everywhere.

I draw it, draw upon it, give it back.

The wind calls and I love it. Meet me there.

Breath glows and glories through me as I bear

these words on wind. I know. I have the knack.

Lucky I draw my breath from everywhere.

The words fragment. Their threads break. Textures tear.

Their prints shine white on white or black on black.

The wind calls and I love it. Meet me there.

These signs convert to sighs that vent on air

like smoke and steam, or the washed rainbow’s track.

Lucky I draw my breath from everywhere.

Death knows I know. With each breath I’m aware

he can’t be stopped. Despite his sure attack

the wind calls and I love it. Meet me there.

Across a bridge far finer than a hair

these words shall pass our deaths. Death’s gates will crack.

Lucky I draw my breath from everywhere.

The wind calls and I love it. Meet me there.