hold the flashlight up
under my chin
like a suicidal jedi knight
breathe out
empty those lungs yogi-style
in the light a vapor forms
the amorphous shape
undulates away
disappears as water droplets
spread and the temperature
between them and the adjacent air
becomes insignificant
exhale again
step into
the little cloud of myself
feel nothing
neither the sudden cooling
of nighttime sea spray
nor the volcanic steam
of the just finished running dishwasher
just nothing
and is this
–i wonder aloud to the dog–
what ghosts don’t feel
when they pass through
one another?
potential (20200409)
Words and Feathers 
The opening led me right into this fine poem! I’d like to re-blog.
Sure!
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I love it…
Thank you very much!
Thanks for the poem…
Damn. That’s terrific. I’d have to quote almost every stanza. Amazing how each images pivots away, but never breaks our connection, builds a whole. And that last line — way to go.
Thanks very much. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. 😀
Brilliant and evocative!
Thank you! I liked this one a little.
I can breathe in your words and not want to exhale them; just keep them until they’re absorbed. I like this yoga poem so much.
Thank you, Rose. This was definitely in the meditative zone for me.
Om. You’re a yoga poet. Time to do a downward-facing dog! No, no, no, it’s a position you won’t find in Kama sutra, silly Crowman😆
I’m pretty sure there’s some kind of dog position in there. Of course, I’m just an innocent bird and have only heard about it from others.
Don’t listen to the other birds’ tweets. You’re much too refined for that.
Ha!