Breath

Beneath the intricate network of noise

there's a still more persistent tapestry

woven of whispers, murmurs and chants

It's the heaving breath of the very earth

carrying along the prayer of all things:

trees, ants, stones, creeks and mountains alike

All giving silent thanks and remembrance

each moment, as a tug on a rosary bead

while we harry past, heedless of the mysteries

And, yet, every secret wants to be told

every shy creature to approach and trust us

if  only we patiently listen, with all our senses.

Breath by Yahia Lababidi