so much is in the breath

frustrations,
callous throughout the day,
stressors embedded in the
brain &
a heartbeat exceeding what
should be recorded as “healthy,”
and yet we march on
march on
march on,
with no end in sight &
only crippling age & illness to
look forward to,
still,
so much is in the breath one
takes,
deeply sucking in the air around &
exhaling---
focusing on nothing but the breath---
do it again,
whoooooooosh &
the lungs fill up with a purity little
known to us, with the exception of
maybe the drinking of a glass of water
(that we lead ourselves to believe is
still clean)---
closing the eyes this time &
pushing all the thoughts but the breath
out of one’s mind &
we are left with whatever one can call
an individual peace,
until the next time we designate a
moment
just to
breathe.