Who can see the breath?

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.