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
