Meditation on the Breath

by

Tantra Bensko

Why does the evening converge inside your lungs?
It does not breathe
Out, only in, until
So condensed, it is night, and your hand
Cries, and your hair cries, and the water
Is thirsty, and you break down
           
On the bridge and lie 
Hearing the sky in the water below you,
Leaves biting the water
And swallowing birds, water
Drowning their sounds, and the moon

Let’s you breathe, your breath white now,
Round puffs of xylophone music,
Hanging on the bones of their sound,
And the water leaps
Onto you in drops that you catch
With the tongues of your skin and it is good.

 

 

 

With an MFA from the University of Iowa, Tantra Bensko taught writing at three universities, and published many forms of writing prolifically. Recently she has been the featured writer in Mannequin Envy, Global Inner Visions, and Southern Hum. She is also an artist and Tantra teacher. Check out her website.

 

 

 

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