#Poem – To open a heart

She invited me to take a breath and it was then that I realized I had not been breathing. I think, too, that my heart may not have been beating…

(It is my heart.
I listen for its beating
And hear nothing.
So I take another deep)

Breath: intake.
Diaphragm presses down
On the belly and
Up on the lungs.

Seemingly, the lungs
Press outward and
Make an opening
Shaped just like a heart.

And in this void of
Liquid darkness,
I see the pumping of
That little life-giver.

It, too, will be the thing
Broken and mended
By the story behind
The next breath and the next.

For each moment comes
With potential for
Pitifulness or passion,
But only if it is open.

~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
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