Poetry

Church steps sit
4 steps from the god step
as wind steps gently
through my bones
carrying my skin to the heart center
of a breath breeze
flak jacket
lung smoke and rib meat
are meeting
each other for the first time
as gusts of god
cover us gently
me and my
smoke cloaked brother.

Nothing embraces us
and his children smile gently
as god whispers through their
hair
respiration
is beautiful
when you know it exists
and you sit inside of it
letting it swallow you whole.