The Separation

Unconscious and conscious breaths. . .
Millions of them, maybe more, maybe less,
Short rhythmic, pulsating motions,
In and out, In and out, In and out . . .
Day in and day out,
Month in and month out,
Year in and year out . . . a lifetime of breaths.

The first breath of life,
Who can remember?
Born by breathing air,
Categorized and shelfed . . . . alive.

A life of breaths
Who can remember?
A continual pattern of barely noticeable puffs,
At breakfasts, luches and dinners,
The public and private,
The happy, the sad.
The good and the bad . . . the breaths of life.
Who can remember?

Born into the world by breathing,
Air, chemicals, filling the lungs with life,
Born into the world by a heartbeat,
Blood, chemicals, filling the veins-the mind and body
The life before the breath,
What is breath?

Born into the world by breath . . .
Born out of this world by breath or lack thereof?
A death by lack of heart or lack of breath?
Breathless, no more breaths, no where, no more air.
Unless . . .