Photo: ‘Breath Time’ by abstract-studio – Pixabay  https://tinyurl.com/2vchu8c6

BREATH TIME
By Ken McKeon

I am the odd shot,
The moon riff
Of an unblessed night,
A pale dream
Pocketed by death,
There ought to be another way,
That’s why I climb alone,
Toss away my phone,
Turn my eyes to stone,

I move internally,
I try my spine,
Find my mind
Becoming
Who I am,
Find sense
In my heart song,
Depth in my gut,
It’s not a chancy way to be,
It’s better than sunlight,
It’s an opening
That can’t be blinked away,
Not really,

I am my eyes at last,
Inner framed,
Openly visionary,
Sensations become planetary,
Each breath
The source of stars,
I think I’ll try to ride
The wide spread
Enveloping of internal night
At long last all
The way back
Into the sunlit day,
Okay,
Now,
Exhale.