Standing

the breath comes in 
through the nose,
a wave, washing,
takes the mind with it,
rolls in and
lifts the head like helium

and the head is let go
for the breath

goes through the chest,
follows the spine,
expanding as it goes,
past the pumping of the heart

and the heart is let go
for the breath

goes, pulled down by the 
the belly, the body’s center of
gravity, grows 
very warm
very slowly
near, below 
the stomach
‘midst the twists and
turns of now minded, 
mindful and embered guts
and the mind goes with it
and

the mind is let go
for the breath

goes and grows the whole
abdomen, front, back, top, sides and
yes, down 
to the colon
and 

the whole is let go
for the breath

grows, roots
into the earth 
and

the earth is let go
for the breath




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My response to Panda's Prompt: (all those other prompts were SO last year....yes, 
I waited just so I could say that  ;-))
"The challenge is to write a poem about a journey through the human body as metaphor.
You must mention at least the bum or colon, stomach, chest, heart and head – and other 
bits if you like.  It can’t just be a description of the bits, but otherwise, make free!"