This poem was written after a walk at dawn
by a canal and a marina…
I was alone,
and the images over the water were so meditative and so calm, and you could
hear stillness speaking. I walked, took photographs, and came right back to
write this poem. With my interest in yoga and meditation, I also found this
attention to the breath echoed in this poem.
Sometimes, if you
stop breathing
by Jhilmil Breckenridge
sometimes
if you stop
breathing
you can hear
you can hear the
sound
of the single
drop of water
as it drips
onto a bit of
tin
amidst the grass
and the mud
or the sound of
the ducks’
feathers as they
play
in the eddies
or the sound of
the sun
as it rises over
the grey canal
kissing it to
life
over treetops
that are
japanese
watercolours
and boats moored
in the marina
memories of a
time gone by
sometimes
if you stop
breathing
you can feel
you can feel the
breeze
on the hair of
your arms
the wind as it
chills your fingers
and you exhale
dragon breath
sometimes
if you stop
breathing
you can feel
life
in death
sometimes
if you stop
breathing
you gasp
as you take in
the details
the masthead
on a boat
a dragon
with horns?
a greek god
to keep storms
away?
hammered iron
and blue
a totem
a good luck
charm
a protective
spell
sometimes
if you stop
breathing
everything fades
and all we have
is the now
the single
breath
pain vanishes
and all that
remains
is bliss
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