breath

My breath is challenged by the pace of the world,
as if it's following suite or falling into step beside it...
enough to leave me panting,
gasping for air.
And yet, my breath is nothing like that.
It is surprisingly calm,
with the occasional deep sigh and accompanying shoulder shrug.
There is something grounding and reassuring in this reposed rhythm.
It is the only thing I am absolutely sure of...
I will continue to breathe.
I cannot not breathe.
No matter how erratic the world may be,
​I will continue to breathe.