The Great Winds take shape around me
swirling their bodies like modern dancers
asking me to join the prayer

I take their breath
somewhere in the light of things
or was it the dark –

I reach my soul down into myself to find my center
my balance, my spirit, which I’d misplaced
between the store and Lucina’s kitchen
between the earth and clouds

I take their breath to find my own
I wait for nothing to overtake me
to be underwhelmed in the serenity
of my hands, my skin, my space