• Kate Godin

Soul's Last Breath

To be

breathed

into life

on this beating

green heart

bathed in ocean

and cloud


through seasons

and storms,

infinite mud and

endless music—


song of

rain, river,

bird, boot,

gravel road,

creaky floor,

sleep-sigh

of a beloved

body—


this was my dream.


How sensuous

how curious

to be infant

and ancient


overcome

with tenderness

for the crouched

shape of a small

scared self.


Even as I longed

to feed you

from my hand,

I knew

you could live

hidden

and it was

enough

to breathe

in unison.


Until

the now

when you cried out

with your weeping

questions

and I could answer you

in your own words,

feel them falling

into your

sea-shell ear


and our voice

from your mouth

began to ripple

upward

to turn

the silver

underside

of each leaf

toward the sky.


I loved

every season,

storm and song

but the thing

I held most dear

was to be

breathed

by you.


Photo by Kumiko SHIMIZU.

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