It’s been a long day

It’s we who breathe, in, out, in, the sacred,
leaves astir, our wings
rising, ruffled—but only saints
take flight. We cower
in cliff-crevice or edge out gingerly
on branches close to the nest. The wind
marks the passage of holy ones riding
that ocean of air. Slowly their wake
reaches us, rocks us.
But storm or still,
numb or poised in attention,
we inhale, exhale, inhale,
encompassed, encompassed.

Denise LevertovIn Whom We Live and Move and Have Our Being from “Selected Poems



  1. It has been a long day…. I think I regrouped well and am ready to move forward 🙂

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  2. lovely –

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  3. It has been a long day and now I can’t sleep. sigh. breathe in out in. ❤
    Diana xo

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  4. Breathing in and out is sacred.

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