One Breath by Barbara Sabol
I want to lie down
where the pond reeds
are pressed flat
and dream the dreams
of otter, deer, raccoon
-Barbara Sabol
Akron, Ohio, U.S.
There was something primordial about this piece that caught our eye. Taking in the entire surrounding. Forgetting oneself amongst the vastness of Mother Earth’s panorama. Lost in the world. Lost in time. This is One Breath Poetry.
I envision the writer stepping into a thoroughly worn patch of reeds— filling, if just for a moment, the space of the many beast who came before. Muddied feet pruned by marshy paths. Taking part in both the aquatic and earthly realms, and longing for the skies. Only after the realisation they sat in a nest of contemplation, did their thoughts soar to unreachable heights.