I Feel A Series Of Breaths Coming On Poem by Chuy Amante

there is birth
and there is death
what's in between
let's call breath

that is what is
and it never dies
it comes and goes
of course it flies

with the breath of life
here I was
all wrapped up
in the shawl of fuzz

She breathed she pushed
blew hard and screamed
panted and huffed
it was me she dreamed

i'm back again to
question more
speak with breath
and shout the score

behind all thought
and emotions too
it's me that swirls in,
what blows out is me too

the Breath of life


(btw-All words/names for god
have breathing sound to them)