Under the breath taken deeply
Lost in the maze of body truths
Calm and steady beats course life through you.
And in one of those sacred chambers (or all)
Collects the smells and sounds and vibrations
Of all the pasts and present.
Everything you have felt and known is here
Merely waiting for retrieval
At the moment you see or taste or hear
The familiar or a familiar unknown.
Some days it pounds rapidly and all those pasts
Scatter apart and evaporate.
Today it simply dutifully operates as on any other day
And sometimes jumps whenever I see a garden wall.