Breathe, said the wind.

How can I breathe at a time like this,

when the air is full of the smoke

of burning tires, burning lives?

Just breathe, the wind insisted.

Easy for you to say, if the weight of injustice

is not wrapped around your throat,

cutting off all air.

I need you to breathe.

I need you to breathe.

Don’t tell me to be calm

when there are so many reasons

to be angry, so much cause for despair!

I didn’t say to be calm, said the wind,

I said to breathe.

We’re going to need a lot of air

to make this hurricane together.

by Lynn Ungar

12/4/14

www.lynnungar.com

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