Outside In
by Ralph Pite
my
breath this
my breath of
our
not-our
air.
listen
to its silvery hiss
like a gown
*
question
answer
question
drum-taut diaphragm guardian
pulse not ever not motionless
answer.
in hold the calculation
but brain pre-empts mind’s free choice
*
animal forms – air-breathing, water-breathing – pendent
from a strand of world
duct the body walls contorts
tract it orients
sealoch where a seal’s meek face
bobs up inland
*
within the safe of lungs
workings
shield and traction blossom out of
*
insects breathe through skin
one toad species through its eyes
the trees just now
wallow puppet limbs
of scintillating green:
exposed transpiring unretained
no more rooted in the earth than
catching
air
only net to hold the wind