Breathing Exercises

August 8, 2009

She won’t roll away & not watch me.

Y’see, I won’t seem to take,

When I dream (or wake).

to take another breath before

The scene fades, before

lights go up

then down to more of a zoom.

She waits in our bedroom for me to resume.



We went to go to a yoga class.

Where a barefooted, hairpleated group leader;

beautiful, and calmer than a

merciful last coma,

She insisted that our deep breath is

the gist of all of it (within, & out).

We rearrange the short & tall of it.

The Gist to change the depth, see,

of our sea of possibillity.

When we inhale

we rememorize our own gods.


We exhale our hell.  barefoot.  on a mat.

Whew. To that.



When I get to go to the Gulf of Mexico

I’ll try out the drink, 1st thing.

I’ll try not to think when I try to let go

& sink when I deadman’s float all day,

into what I think of as a spiritual drift, in a way.

I’ll hold onto my breath,

face down,

head down.




from a sweeping turntable, 40 years ago, in the dark

“Breathe Deep

The gathering gloom

Watchlights fade from every room..”


3 Responses to “Breathing Exercises”

  1. shraddha said

    sheer awsomeness..

    loved the post..

  2. shraddha said

    where do you go? we want to new one..

  3. Evelyn said

    “from a sweeping turntable, 40 years ago, in the dark”
    love love this.

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