Barry Spacks: "What Breathes Us"

                                 Regards to the day, the great long day
                                 that can't be hoarded, good or ill.

                                 What breathes us likely means us well.


                                 We rise up from an earthly root
                                 to seek the blossom of the heart.

                                 What breathes us likely means us well.


                                 We are a voice impelled to tell
                                 where the joining of sound and silence is.

                                 We are the tides, and their witnesses.

                                 What breathes us likely means us well.

"What Breathes Us" by Barry Spacks. Text as published on CrossConnect (Volume II, Issue I, 1996). Listen to the poet read his poem.

My thanks to Teddy Macker for suggesting this poem for the collection.

Art credit: "Ocean Tides," image by unknown photographer.