She stood, waiting;
Fingers busy,
Eyes focused.
She inhaled,
Her lungs expanded,
Their physical volume deceptive
Of the depth of her emotion.
She exhaled.
Her sigh was perhaps one second long.
Considering the history of the earth,
Her sigh was infinitesimally short.
But by the depth of her emotion?
All the oxygen in the atmosphere
For an infinitely small slice of time
Was drawn into her lungs.
When she exhaled, the universe exhaled with her.
© 2014 H.K. Longmore
Musings of a Kunderian Monster 