A HAND OF BREATH


As if by dawn's painted sky
The world moves to a voice
The muddled circle rises in the east
To summon life anew

Hold out a hand of breath
The winter dew collects
On barren branches
The mountains strive in silent motion

The wind walks over snowy hills
Searching without end
Into crevasses unknown
By human mind

Ocean waves striking shores
With no relenting
Or feeling touch
The grace of pounding in a storm

The meeting of land and water
Of mind and body
Wonderment of the soul
Questioning existence through unseeing eyes

Michael V Hechtman Copyright 2000/2001