The beauty of a breath

warm, solid, real
my hand rests
where my breath rises

so I can feel
from within
and without

this traveling miracle
this commonplace motion
this essential
rise and fall

the beauty of a breath
anchoring me
to myself
to this Place
to this life

Tracie Nichols writes poetry and facilitates group writing experiences from under the wide reach of two old Sycamore trees in southeastern Pennsylvania. She is the co-founder of the Embodied Writers writing group and a Transformative Language Artist helping women write themselves home. You can find Tracie on her website.

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