Saturday, January 24, 2009
Breathe
When it hurts, crawl like the sea
turtle to where you began.
Feel the tide turn back to shore.
Ride it in. Let the moon
Pull through you. Now it's time
for stillness, pillows and ice.
Breathe through the lace
curtains of your back.
Fall into place. And falling, rise.
Poem by Wyatt Townley from "The Breathing Field"
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