Breath

In
and
out,
in and
out,
in
and out.

In and out,
tree and me,
we breathe one
another.

Lung to leaf,
she inhales
my breath to build
her body.

Bronchioles branch,
delivering
her gift to all
my cells.

Over time,
our beings become
composed one of
the other.

By Maria Brady-Smith
Photo by Mike Smith