Breathing in, there is only the present moment.
Breathing out, it is a wonderful moment.
—Thich Nhat Hanh
I tell myself it is easy to love you, like breathing
I say. Perhaps, but today, it’s more like birth,
a red agony laced with ecstatic tang,
more like ocean bathing
with its salty sting. More like the bright ring
of a bell than soft rumor of exhale, more like baring
my skin to the winter full moon and letting the night
touch me everywhere. Goosebumps and hinter
flesh, gasp! a rare thing
to be so aware of each hinge
of inhale, each bating
of lung, each grin,
each laugh, each moan, wail, sigh. Come near,
my love, and you will hear
how the tide of the heart
is less predictable than breath.
More like a barge
adrift in the waves, seeking a refuge, a berthing.