Breath Like Moss

Breath Like Moss

Breath like moss

with every sunlit inhale

crawls over my insides.

Spilling green all over my

jaguar heart

and trunks of bone,

canopy lungs

tendony roots

belly lagoon.

Life into death

at the rate we weren't raised to believe.

Whether we like it or not,

this body is a tender moment

holding its own time.

I have been breathing

these layers of life

for your future and mine.

I have been breathing

for all of our lives

because when I breathe

I believe the moss spirits away

to the darkest corner

of some unseen place

and breaks it down

to grow another bright flower

in another marvelous spring.