Communion

Wind shudders stillness
releases all her energy
with a final gasp
creating silence in a way that reminds me of rain.
I stand, slowly, move my hands upward toward the trees
and pray among the leaves

Soft wind breath rises again, tickling my ear
whispering sweet nothings
breathing life once again

Blood pours through vein to organ and back again—
a poor lost soul swimming in a fishbowl
life’s sweet libation,
the sugared sound of nectar
flowing from cup
to glass
to mouth
The calm, reverent motion
of ceasing to exist
of ritual at dusk
of life coming to an end as it enters another

What was lost is now found again,
as suddenly as it stopped. Air exits my lungs
pays homage to my throat and
says hello to my lips
before it departs,
forever from me,
and joins the leaves
the trees
the wind.