Inhaling the force of the on-rushing tidal crests gulping ferociously of their
life-giving molecules hydrogen oxygen
two parts to one
Releasing
the sea’s expanding chest
with
each
crashing
wave
of exhalation
Freedom
Found
in Familiar Functions
the mouth of Krishna
holds an entire universe
on this Royal planet Blue
In compulsive curbless escape
we are lost
unlike the tide’s retreat
knowing her Rhythm
tried & true
she
promises
to return to us
Seas Swelling terrestrial rising of torso the continents its ribs to protect fragile Liquid Lungs with each inhalation we’ve come to Expect Strong
Spontaneous Release
of the sweet &
mighty orb’s
gravitational
tensions
surrendering
more CO2
than oxygen
Are we not unlike our lovely
free-Spinning Mother-home
in Space
Waiting
half in the dark
to repeat her cycle
Living & Breathing
through yet another
gaseous
exchange?