breathing

A Solitary Poem

You need to get another hobby,

I keep hearing

One that’s more physically demanding

And less self-revealing!

 

I keep telling them I will,

In fact I’m going to the woods right this minute,

And besides I’ll keep them out of my texts,

But I need to put myself out there

To justify my breathing.

 

Oslo, mai 2017

Stuff

You feel like a snowflake rolling down,

Graceful like winding poplars framing the road.

 

This feels uncomplicated

Like breathing air,

But then again, these days people have to go to yoga

Only to learn how to breathe again.

 

January, 2016