And gently he
pressed his fingertips
to soft, closed eyelids.

And when her lips
parted, not words, but
doves flew out.

Spun into the downward fall,
the descent resembled flight.

"You wouldn't believe the number of people who fall in love in rehab."

Did you remember to breathe in?
Or did you let the worries of yesterday, tomorrow, and "what if"s drag you down?
Was the power of the present tense drowned out by the illusion of control that is felt in the midst of worry, regret, anticipation?
How many times did you remember today, "I am alive"?

Did you remember to breathe out?
Did you let the awareness of your breath soak you up and melt away everything else?
Did you count your gratitudes and forget the rest?

Did you remember to breathe?

You would think, I would think...
that the preserved complete would be
a too strong reminder,
a doorway into total defeat.

You would think, I would think...
that each conscious and unconscious return might
bring me down
crashing to the ground.

You would hope, I would hope....
that the memories would be
a steady thread,
a piece with which I could remind my head...
of the light, of the "could be"s. 

But the unravelling,
the unburdening,
the knowing way I choose to say 
"let me be" has shown a greater beauty, 
a better way.

Where does the time go?
How do we each choose to spend our moment by moment, minute by minute?
Are there those that are in it, and those that pass life by...a vacant vacuum of body, biding time?
Do any of us know why or why not?
Is there anything other than you, you and I?
Does anyone else experience the awe of the minuscule, the tiny in-betweens?

Look for the loose ends, look for the pull
Seek always new ways to ride the wave, and learn to be brave