Exhale

Single breath released

Something like ink fills the gaps

Between stage and page

But while all the same

Where could even darkness hide?

Where does light not reach?

So a hue of orange

Is expelled as tangy breath

One for us to share

Into separate lungs

Processed by different bloodstreams

Yet still same same heart

We are foreigners

As true then as it is now

These lands are foreign

Ash, dust, glass call out

Different tongues each asking why

Unheard ones screaming

Between you and I

While this is temporary

Let us hear them out

Let us use this breath

To instill a permanence

For better or worse