Movement of Breath

Written by: Bernadette Langer

Shadows have voices;
I hear them--
in the movement of breath,
as it curls under words and sighs.

Tongue, tasting the past-- 
upon the salty flesh of memory,
thirstily devouring--
apparitions of self;

Mind caught--
amidst the twilight of truth,
as it creeps like age
upon the ignorance of youth.

And I am what once was,
conjoined with what is.

Twinned refractions--
contorted within the depths
of deepest reflection.

Until each twisted image
welcomes the other, soothed within
inner eye's mirrored acceptance...