Inspir-a-poem™ Number Nineteen

Calm returns
… after torrents of unrest.

The constant swirling is draining.

Movement to and fro.
Changing direction unexpectedly.
Push … pull.
Rushing from one place to another.

Take a deep breath and exhale.
Does the noise begin again
… at the end of the exhale?

When quiet follows the breathing
… it seems like an empty space.
It takes awhile to relax.

After the tension of expecting
the noise to begin again
… there is exhaustion.

What does normal feel like?
I forget.

Copyright © 2009 Anna Jedrziewski

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