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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
Copyright ©
Paul Trimble
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