Denise Levertov - Apr 10, Restorative + Pranayama

In Yoga tradition, as words, breath and wind are interchangeable.

Emblem (I)

Dreaming, I rush

thrust from the cave of the winds,

into the midst of a wood of tasks.

The boughs part, I sweep

poems and people with me a little way;

dry twigs, small patches of earth

are cleared and covered.

Then I find myself

out over open heath, a sigh that holds

a single note, heading

far and far to the horizon's bent firtree.