I sigh when I’m soothed,
so softly satisfied.
I sigh, pulling in
to ready for what’s next.
Or I sigh
to shake away
what I don’t need anymore,
and maybe just
I sigh when I’m smiling;
I sigh when I’m resigned to my tears.
just where I am.
My sigh creates
an expansion of time;
a way to have a tad longer thread
to the moment I don’t want to let go,
or to give me the air to push forward.
Sometimes when I sigh,
my lungs fill with belief
that it’s exhaled from me for one reason.
But when the sigh passes,
and I breathe to the next,
I see it was about something
quite contrary else.
Often I sigh when I am out enjoying the sky.
And perhaps I am only indulging in fancy,
but there are moments my whole being
feels the sky sighing with me.
I am not sure why I’m sighing now.
But whatever the next moment brings,
I will be grateful for the sigh
that gathered the breath of this one.
~ cj 2015.02.05
This is just the inkling of a beginning of a new song.