In the breath

I moved walking atop pavements freshly cemented. Asphalt holding the weight of me.

 I dance.

 You twirl me there like the way of music

Moving inside space empty of all things tangible.

 How does one touch the essence of skies cracked wide open?

How does one inhale the exhale of God,

If not to breathe?

 It is all there in the breath

Even our deepest fears,

Or deepest worries—

 the things that distract us from now and snatch us into the unknown of there.

 The unknown.

How heavy it is with dark.

How scary the sight of it hiding there in the crevices.

 Oh, but in the moment that I let go!

In the moment that I turn toward and allow myself the freedom of being free,

does it loose me.

 What of my mortality do I accept?

What of the unknown creeps up on me testing all that I have known?

What door do I choose to enter—

the side or the exit?