The Breathing Field

We made it through 2020, and are hopeful that better days are ahead.   Step over, writes Kansas-born poet Wyatt Townley.  Take in the view.  Perfect words for moving into whatever is next. ​

Thank you to writer Beth Hahn for introducing me to Townley's breathtaking poetry.


The Breathing Field

by Wyatt Townley


Between each vertebra

is the through line

of your life's story,

where the setting sun

has burned all colors

into the cord.  Step


over.  Put on the dark

shirt of stars.

A full moon rises

over the breathing field,

seeps into clover and the brown

lace of its roots

where insects are resting


their legs.  Take in the view.

So much is still to be seen.  Get back

behind your back, behind

what is behind you.


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