Let your inhalation bethe rain-laden breeze
passing over sleeping loverslandscaped curve to curve.
Let your exhalation be a forest pool
sparkling under fernswhere spiders come to skatefrom sky to sky on coolsecret mirrors.Each breath, after all,is a pair of wrens
building their nest in the gables
of a cottage where summer guests
will soon arrive.I pray for your eyes too,closed yet gazing inward, your
lips moved by their dream.Why not take a vacationin your body, every cella domed blue climatewith its shining sun?Hang a sign on your forehead,
'Closed for Renovation,'
and this one, 'Open,’from your nipples.
You won’t ever stop working, will you?
Yet the motion of your yearsmight be a trip to the sea
and a quiet journey home,all breaths being equal.
The dream has no end, no beginning.
After a nap in the afternoon,
you might wake up, and simply watch
the play of waves.
Artist: Diji Scales