Breath

Breath

Breath

Went awol, again,
defected until fingers –
constant – on a spine
coaxed thought Piper-like coaxed light
into fractious, shaded lungs.
 
Then it returns, breath:
untrammelled, expansive, mine —
for now. Time stirs once
more; the world swivels, hinged on
a hand. For now, that will do.