empty breathing madness

sits at a chair
the map of love laid out
splashing in clear water
the poet
the prince
two young bodies
being shaped by movement
by words of encouragement n wisdom
learning to hold themselves
the right way
the smart way
the way of speed
n efficiency
i push myself through laps
forcing this unfit temple
to obey
to be chastised
for some unimaginable sin
try to breathe
trying not to stop
concentrate
imagine fish
but not fried ...

i leave this cold dungeon
sit with tea n my beads
watching the littlies
going back n forth
their young teachers
guiding n admonishing in equal amounts
keeping focus.
all the while
i just breathe
n sit
n watch
until cold bodies leave the water
to be smothered
in towels n cuddles
n kisses
quickly resplendent
in fashionable outfits
guided to the vehicle
this is the moment for grumpy n snappy to arrive
until we are home
for nourishment
literary
spiritual
n physical
before
pooh
and lights
out

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