My one small life is formed from more than a hundred million breaths. In, out
I am still breathing. Even as I count the only breath is now.
This heart that is my only heart pulses without a break thousands of times a day whether I am grateful or not.
Thank you heart. Thank you breath.
Songbirds ecstatic, clouds swirl like feathers. Multiplying cell by cell I dissolve.
Gratitude is nothing, a breath nothing you can keep. Neither a heartbeat. Neither this moment, formless,
more powerful than all our lives. In one ﬂeeting sigh a simple feeling washes through me. Hello Love, I recognize your face.
By Janet Aalfs
Janet Aalfs is the poet laureate of Northampton, MA (2003-2005) and the director/ head instructor of Valley Women’s Martial Arts, Inc. She pays attention to her breath in everything she does.