imagining, no not imagining,
actively engaging
with the moment in it’s
inherent newness
without the burden of recalling a past experience and
overlapping it onto this one…
can I feel this breath breathe me
…like it’s the first time
I am being breathed
your hand on my back
like my back has never experienced
a hand
like my back has never
known touch.
breathing each other’s air
with all the time in the world
no where to get to
nothing past that moment to achieve
to stay in that exchange and not succumb to
minds’ barking orders
or some other
seeming command that
mimics urgency
I let myself
fall into shared breath
over and over
a new canvas
with each inhalation
a new exhalation
painting the next
new canvas
a fire filled me in that slowness
in the
hereness
in allowing it to be a
completely new moment
each moment
I felt the fighting inside
to get to the next moment
to move to another experience
I stayed
we stayed
over and over
we stayed
the sun coming up
over and over again
for the first time
life goes on
the roar of the mind continues to
tap me on the shoulder and I
remind myself that
still
we are breathing each other’s breath
always for the first time
