to lean into myself
and learn to breathe
in steady rhythms
like the beats
that dig into
my knuckles
loose and chasing bends
in conversation (i try
to keep control)
but spin out past
the boundaries
landing where the branches
hold like father's fingers
(coincidence collides)
i grit my teeth
and breathe as
time reminds
and i wake to learn
into myself and lean
to breathe in steady
rhythms like the beats
that dive into my knees
loose and chasing
bends in concentration
