THINKING ABOUT BREATHING
Thinking about breathing
gets you nowhere,
a nice place to visit.
Thinking about breathing
goes on until it doesn’t.
There you are,
back in a metaphor,
anything but nothing,
a cold sliver of smoke
disintegrating
into silence
crowded with voices,
babble fighting back
against the still center
we visit like tourists
thinking about breathing,
then thinking something else.