Breathing Rhythm

They lean in,

nestled down in thicket

meant to protect;

you would miss them,

walk right past them,

if not attentive,

to these gentle

creatures 

who pause

and wonder why

we rush past

when we

are meant to linger,

to sway like trees,

to lean in like deer,

to stay in the shaded

pathway and wonder

at each blade of grass,

each new bud,

each swath of overgrowth,

each birdsong,

each changing wind,

this breathing rhythm

of creation as it is, 

as it will be,

as it has always

been.

—C.L. Fisher, March 2021

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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