Deep Breath

Jane Edberg © 2003

I think of them lying in the yellow dust,

not breathing,

the wind lifting bits of them into the air,

up into the atmosphere,

up and around the world,

as I take a deep breath,

into my lungs, into my blood, into my heart.

I think of them and I think of him,

his body once stuck to earth,

alive and then heavy and dead,

I remember his ashes lifted from my hands,

by the same winds we all breathe,

we all breathe, we all breathe...