BREATH
Breath is the wind that fills my sails
To plough a furrow through the waves,
To carry me through storm and swell
Through sheeting rain, through spume and spray.
I soar through blue skies, mist and cloud,
Breath is the air that lifts my wings.
Where mountains lever up the air
I ride the thermals' spiral springs.
And breath it is that windmills turn
The corn is ground, the dough is made,
Is kneeded, rolled, the loaf is tinned,
The farmer, miller, baker paid.
Breath is anchor, breath is flight
Breath is life and love and light.