{random poetry #54}


"There's a space at the bottom of an exhale,
 a little hitch 
between taking in and letting out 
that's a perfect zero you can go into. 
There's a rest point between
 the heart's muscle's close and open 
- an instant of keenest living 
when you're momentarily dead
You can rest there."

Karr, M. (1955)