Qi

So it begins — not too early I’ve never been one to court dawn —

        breath and fluid motion,

                cultivating life energy 

Deep breath, 

      cleansing breath,

               in and out

Later the warmth of a coffee-filled mug in my hands 

                      my soul smiles with each caffeinated sip

A leisure walk along the bluff 

           an afternoon swell of wind is a kiss on my cheeks,

                  the azure sky and sun glinting off the lake energy within  

                          Expel warm breath, push sailboats into specks on the horizon

Cool firelit evening, crackling campfire

            My family dissects the world. 

                 Falls into a collective existential crisis but resurfaces

                    with lighter conversation of books and music

                            shares laughter into wee Witching hours — 

So it ends with harmony and deep breath, 

           cleansing breath, 

               in and out

                    It ends with air — Qi