With each cleansing breath
she inhales
the aroma of the glow,
releases
toxic confusion,
breathes
purity of heart and mind,
feels
the respiration
moving through her body.
Through her brain,
each thought
dances
to effervescent stirrings
as her dream
evolves
from ache to inspiration.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
(My reading of this poem is on Pod-omatic at the bottom of this page.)