Breath Poem by Thomas Case

I was just thinking about your
breath, before you brush your teeth- I love it.
It reminds me of simple, beautiful things like,
streams flowing gently over slippery moss covered
rocks, and puppies at about three weeks old,
right before they open their eyes, the way they
wiggle around with their ears pasted to their
heads; blind to the world. Soft, plump bellies full of
Mother's milk, but I think most of all, it reminds
of home, a home with love and laughter and
books and plants; classical music and sunlight bending
through half open windows. It warms hearts and hands,
and hours and days that slip away far too soon.
It reminds me of feathers and flight,
and babies- clocks ticking, pages turning,
and life- hard, fast, short, beautiful life.