of the miraculous kind we are

just that swirling
must it always be based on when things are new
as if new must be everything
like when everything is good
as new

I, quite frankly, would rather
old as the dirt I love
like where you hear breathing
from a place where perhaps you really shouldn't
settle in to relax the score
& call the one you love, already

all of us right now
are breathing at the very same time
what a precious, rare coincidence