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


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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