What keeps us alive
is not as bright
as the ruby throat
of a hummingbird,
nor as present
as the scent of honeysuckle
at dusk; it is not as heavy
as a praying mantis,
nor as pungent as warm
strawberries eaten in the field,
not as loud as snow falling,
yet we inhale, and keep on inhaling
and exhaling every living
moment, chest rising and falling
like the ocean, always the invisible, weightless
breath in us and around us;
walking, praying, climbing, driving,
loving, painting, spending
breathing, breathing, breathing,
everything and nothing
until we let go at last.
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![[Desert Storm by Diana Alexander]](desertstorm2.jpg)
"Desert Storm" by Diana
Alexander
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Marcia Nehemiah's poems and essays have been published in a
wide range of magazines, journals, and newspapers. She has also
contributed two chapters to a textbook on a media literacy for Turner
Learning. She teaches high school English and Media Literacy in northwest
New Jersey.
E-mail Marcia Nehemiah at
nehemiahcarullo@hotmail.com
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