Two Poems | Breathwork and Circle Music
featured image | Allec Gomes
Breathwork
We rolled out our breaths like an
elongated tongue of flame,
as the animal of our sorrows fought to escape
through our open mouths like an incubus
hitting the air with the
brown steam of old nightmares.
We reached inside ourselves
for the snorts, groans, yells,
and hums of a lifetime,
and laughter breaking like glass sound-flowers.
Letting loose another howl,
becoming a train again, a banshee or a witch.
Circle Music
Childishly, she struggles against a fog of
indecision, wrapping around her after some lunches: making her
ready to fall into an afternoon nap against her wishes. She’s
caught in this invisible circle; she pleads it will
lead her toward what to do next.
Every wise friend says: “Relax into your tiredness, and hear the
music of your own mysterious,
unadulterated life.”
“Sit still and listen
in case an answer
comes like a faint bird, a silent guide.”
