One breath, that’s all it takes to pause and notice
the scent of hawthorn blooming by the door,
wind chime music of the flow of time.
One breath, that’s all it takes to be surprised
by a cardinal’s sudden crimson visit,
the iris opening purple hands in prayer.
One breath, that’s all it takes to feel your bones
as your bare foot steps onto a cool wood floor.
One breath to taste the air,
One breath to touch a breeze,
One breath to be alive and be astonished.
The graphic is an original drawing of one of the Countless irises that bloom in my yard every year in late spring. This colored pencil sketch was created in early June, 2015.