I have taken to standing on the patio just to breathe.
I am not a yoga person,
gym based exercise tends to leave me gasping,
sucking down mouthful after mouthful,
while my face turns beetroot purple.
On the patio I do not worry about my complexion,
or how many dishes are left to wash,
or which load of laundry is due next.
I can just stand and listen to myself breathe.
A little poem for today’s daily-post prompt. Since today is also National Haiku Poetry Day [apparently] I thought I might as well add in a little haiku as well.
My hands on your ribs,
I feel each breath lift and fall
until the stillness.
If you want to read a few more of my haiku for today then you can find them on my post A Slightly Tipsy Haiku and even add your own in the comments.