Take note of the number
of your sighs each day;
those in sadness,
in frustration, in anger,
and dismantlement.
Compare them to the sighs of
sunrises witnessed,
sunset prayers,
the size of hearts met
and gathered as life’s wheat.
Witness your sighs
because they are breath.
The breath revealed in late fall,
traced on car windows as a heart,
the opposite of inhaling the
scent of spring,
your first love,
those later to come.
The opposite of startlement,
the counter to your last breath.
