Breath from within me

floats out to join yours,

to settle on the brown ground beside

join the atmosphere’s chorus

sing with your exhale.

 

The tree we sit beneath

is not excluded

from this song.

 

Lightly soft it hums

new life down upon us.

 

Static on the radio

world leaders move their pieces,

play the game of war.

 

Under the tree

we continue to breathe each other.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017/Rewrite 2019