The sigh of regret and hope
has gone through my lips
inhaling the stoic satisfaction,
the inevitable joy and
sorrow demanding the golden
coin stamped with, "I was here."
on one side and, "I will be again."
on the other. Make no mistake:
this is how and what we breath,
what keeps us alive.
The sigh came unexpectedly,
for no reasons I could give
it filled my lungs, eased out
like a prayer certain
of an uncertain answer
lingering in the air.
-Byron Hoot
