When the breath breathes itself.

I’ve been told

we are moving toward chaos

but there are moments

where the

way drops of rain

light up the tip of nearly

every branch on this tree

I’ve never seen and pass by everyday

but there are moments

where the

glittering things aren’t

man-made additions and

aren’t even things at all

they are creatures

but there are moments

when the

only thing that exists

it seems or feels

is the way my chest pulses

and all of me moves

breathing.