Posted in [poetry]

everything is temporary [poem]

your breath presses slowly into soapy water
a sphere of iridescent growth
until the bubble pops

droplets fall against your car windows
as the cold air condenses clouds into raindrops
until they become too insubstantial
to condense any further

a baby’s first breath is a miracle
and each day after a gift
until the last miracle is exhaled
into stillness
at death

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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