The bones
They carry us when we are breathing
and carry the breath
to get us home when
we are not.
The breath
continues
as prayer
and whistles through the bones.
Carried by the winds
to an ear,
the call toward home.
Seeking to replace the lostness
with a space the heart knows.
When the breaths without body
land on the heart,
with a whisper or a drum,
they cannot be unheard.