Breathing Room

Breathing Room I feel the strong embracing lift buoyant and warm around me calming the waves of hope and fear joyous within each empty day inviting me to join the flow to put my humming mind away confusion drops a pebble in the whole mess starts swirling down scorecard figures dancing up again and again the name I give it fails to find the ink to shape it there is one I call upon with volumes numbered one to nine She holds a frozen knife of air the narrow crimson falls away a circle of light begins to fade on my knees I put my finger over the small remaining dot