Breathing is like the wind.
Who can see the wind? Neither you nor I.
All you can see is
- the bending of the trees,
- the billowing of the ship’s sails,
- the scurry of the Autumn leaves.
Who can feel the breath? Not I!
All I perceive is
- the expanding of the chest,
- the lifting of the shoulders,
- an instant of cool at the nose.
When I thought of this, it reminded me of poem I knew as a child.
Looking it up, it is by Christina Rossetti and is not who can see but, rather, who has seen the wind. All in all, worth a read – that’s real poetry, folks!
Look at it on the Poetry Foundation web site here.