Alive

Tree limbs stretching out

Bare to the bone

And charcoal black against a slate grey sky

Fractal fingers like blood veins grasp

At wisps of air and cloud

Inhale the atmospheric life-blood

Draw it out of the open and pull it in

Pull the life in

To the center

To the core

To the heartbeat

Under the soles of our feet

Thumping, pounding, beating

In perfect rhythm with my heart beating

In synchronicity with all life fleeting

And meeting each other in those still places

In those small moments

Where I notice

And I am here

And I remember that I am not the only one alive