Daily Archives: April 2, 2019

On Breathing

I sing the praise of elderberry and zinc,
how they attach to the lining of lungs,
block viral replication sites. I think
the word “alveolar” deserves more tongue,
more friction, more rasp, more love. I would purr
it out, with a little gasp for the “o”
and so open the bronchioles, where blurs
the breath at the end of the line, zero
point between blood and air, where breath meets flesh
and they merge. Such an essential pleasure,
to part the lips, and relax, let the fresh
air in, and down; delighted to measure
its cool progress through the maze of branching
paths, how it follows them all, sans choosing.

Advertisements