Poem: Softening

Breath slipping down the chasm
of the chest,

rising

falling…

I am in this moment present to
the sounds
that slip around my shoulders,
dainty tinkling, tremmoring
vibrations of messages
and background.

I am softening
into what life is
and what it is not.


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