Sigh

I sigh when I’m soothed,
so softly satisfied.

I sigh, pulling in
needed breath
to ready for what’s next.

Or I sigh
to shake away
what I don’t need anymore,
and maybe just
never did.

I sigh when I’m smiling;
I sigh when I’m resigned to my tears.

I sigh,
tip over,
sink into,
just where I am.

My sigh creates
space,
a span,
a breath,
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.